359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that grow Between the Bliss—and me— It hung so high As well the Sky Attempt by Strategy— I said I gained it— This—was all— Look, how I clutch it Lest it fall— And I a Pauper go— Unfitted by an instant`s Grace For the Contented—Beggar`s face I wore—an hour ago—SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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