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CHILD.
14 O my father, I like not
the houses;
They will never to me be anything — nor do I like money;
But to mount up there I would like, O father dear- that banner I like;
That pennant I would be, and must be.
They will never to me be anything — nor do I like money;
But to mount up there I would like, O father dear- that banner I like;
That pennant I would be, and must be.
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