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120 Won't you move an inch or two—to keep the stars away from him? — No, he won't move, and there's no need of asking him. Never mind the twelve men, never mind the women; Three while we last, we'll let them all go; And we'll hold our thoughts north while we starve here together, Looking each his own way to find the golden river.