See, Chil-Dren, The Mis-Guid-Ed Mole. He Lives Down In A Deep, Dark Hole; Sweet-Ness, And Light, And Good Fresh Air Are Things For Which He Does Not Care. He Has Not E-Ven That Make-Shift Of Fee-Ble Minds - The So-Cial Gift. But Say Not That He Has No Soul, Lest Hap-Ly We Misjudge The Mole; Nay, If We Mea-Sure Him By Men, No Doubt He Sits In His Dark Den In-Struct-Ing Oth-Ers Blind As He Ex-Act-Ly How The World Should Be.
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