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It is the province of knowledge to speak and it is the privilege of wisdom to listen.
End of the wonderful one-hoss shay. Logic is logic. That’s all I say.
And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring, Let them smile, as I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling.
Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay, That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred years to a day?
Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past!
Ay, tear her tattered ensign down! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon’s roar— The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more.
There is no time like the old time, when you and I were young.
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