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 "Then I polish all the silver, which a supper-table lacquers; Then I write the pretty mottoes which you find inside the crackers"— "Found at last!" I madly shouted. "Gentle pieman, you astound me!" Then I waved the turtle soup enthusiastically round me. And I shouted and I danced until he'd quite a crowd around him— And I rushed away exclaiming, "I have found him! I have found him!"

And I heard the gentle pieman in the road behind me trilling, "'Tira! lira!' stop him, stop him! 'Tra! la! la!' the soup's a shilling!" But until I reached 's home, I never, never waited, And to her 's irrevocably mated!

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