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It is an ancyent Marinere,
 * And he stoppeth one of three:

"By thy long grey beard and thy glittering eye
 * "Now wherefore stoppest me?

"The Bridegroom's doors are open'd wide
 * "And I am next of kin;

"The Guests are met, the Feast is et,—
 * "May'st hear the merry din.