Tumble Me Down, And I Will Sit Upon My Ruins, Smiling Yet; Tear Me To Tatters, Yet I'll Be Patient In My Necessity. Laugh At My Scraps Of Clothes, And Shun Me, As A Fear'D Infection; Yet, Scare-Crow-Like, I'll Walk As One Neglecting Thy Derision.
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