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Rh A common close

With life's descending sun.

Swift is the curse begun!

How! How!

See—see quick!

Keep the bull from the cow!

In the vesture she catching him, strikes him now

With the black-horned trick,

And he falls in the watery vase!

Of the craft-killing cauldron I tell thee the case!

I would not boast to be a topping critic