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THE COMBINATION
Thou wear'st a padlock on thy heart,A lock without a key;
And none shall force its clasp apart
Save only he
Who gets its mystic letters in a row,
And so
Is lord of thee!
What may they be?
370
It has not stirred.
Now try L, O, V, E—ah! that's the word!
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