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I met a seer

 I met a seer.
He held in his hands The book of wisdom.
"Sir," I addressed him, "Let me read.
" "Child -- " he began.
"Sir," I said, "Think not that I am a child, For already I know much Of that which you hold.
Aye, much.
" He smiled.
Then he opened the book And held it before me.
-- Strange that I should have grown so suddenly blind.

by Stephen Crane
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