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Forth went the candid man And spoke freely to the wind -- When he looked about him he was in a far strange country. Forth went the candid man And spoke freely to the stars -- Yellow light tore sight from his eyes. ”My good fool,” said a learned bystander, ”Your operations are mad.” ”You are too candid,” cried the candid man, And when his stick left the head of the learned bystander It was two sticks.
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