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Poem	these hearings endlessly, friends, word is had Henry may be returning to our life adult & difficult. There exist rumors that remote and sad and quite beyond the knowledge of his wife to the foothills of the cult will come in silence this distinguished one essaying once again the lower slopes in triumph, keeping up our hopes, and heading not for the highest we have done but enigmatic faces, unsurveyed, calm as a forest glade for him. I only speak of what I hear and I have said too much. He may be there or he may groan in hospital resuming, as the fates decree, our lot. I would not interrupt him in whatever, in what he's bracing him to at all.
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