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 Waiting Both by Thomas Hardy 
						A star looks down at me, And says:  "Here I and you
 Stand each in our degree:
 What do you mean to do,—
 
 Mean to do?"
 
 I say:  "For all I know,
 Wait, and let Time go by,
 Till my change come."—"Just so,"
 The star says:  "So mean I:—
 So mean I."
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