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Some day I'll lie down in it and forget
it all, and my poor broken heart will be at rest."
He went on a-wiping.
"Drot your pore broken heart," says the baldhead;
"what are you heaving your pore broken heart at US
f'r? WE hain't done nothing."
"No, I know you haven't. I ain't blaming you,
gentlemen.