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Rh And I remember nothing more
 * That I can clearly fix,

Till I was sitting on the floor, Repeating "Two and five are four,
 * But five and two are six."

What really passed I never learned,
 * Nor guessed: I only know

That, when at last my sense returned, The lamp, neglected, dimly burned—
 * The fire was getting low—

Through driving mists I seemed to see
 * A Thing that smirked and smiled:

And found that he was giving me A lesson in Biography,
 * As if I were a child.