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Man Who Died In Most Happy In the World

Then he was born To the poorest of the world Alone in a ragged torn All as the summer's cold He grew up With the down dawn in down His hand was crazed broken sup In the little corner of town Schools were free of him Churches were free of him His life, the light was dim And trashes where he dip In his front, a park was laid Loving birds were there, and then Though he tried all left vain He was there, longing pain Pain of hunger, he was aged Life in thunder, a bird who caged Searched for a ditch, hoping bread Then was bewitched, where he dead.

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