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THE MIMIC
OF all the excellent mimics I knowThere is none can touch Sleep's masterly act:
Just look at this girl with the face of snow
And the hands crossed over the breast! Exact!
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There is none can touch Sleep's masterly act:
Just look at this girl with the face of snow
And the hands crossed over the breast! Exact!