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O, for a sheet of heavy fold,
As strong as trunk of oak unrolled!
O, that a pen of mountain pine,
And strength to wield the same were mine!
And ink black-mixed in vasty tub,
To write the name of Beelzebub!
For who else could that being be
Seen angling then and there by me?
As strong as trunk of oak unrolled!
O, that a pen of mountain pine,
And strength to wield the same were mine!
And ink black-mixed in vasty tub,
To write the name of Beelzebub!
For who else could that being be
Seen angling then and there by me?
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