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Rudyard Kipling - To: Thomas Atkins
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        I have made for you a song,
        And it may be right or wrong,
But only you can tell me if it’s true;
        I have tried for to explain
        Both your pleasure and your pain,
And, Thomas, here’s my best respects to you! 
        O there’ll surely come a day
        When they’ll give you all your pay,
And treat you as a Christian ought to do;
        So, until that day comes round,
        Heaven keep you safe and sound,
And, Thomas, here’s my best respects to you!
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