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I had no sooner flung them by the door

Than the wind cried and hurried them away.

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May God have mercy on us!

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The good people

Will not be lucky to the house this year,

But I am glad that I was courteous to them,

For are not they, likewise, children of God?

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No, child; they are the children of the fiend,

And they have power until the end of Time,

When God shall fight with them a great pitched battle

And hack them into pieces.

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He will smile,

Father, perhaps, and open his great door,

And call the pretty and kind into his home.