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"But we've wander'd monie a weary fit Sin' auld lang syne"






Admirable perspicuity of statement!
On every part my vagabonding sight Did cast, and drown mine eyes in sweet delight.
There was . . . language in their very gesture
exhausted, at the bottom of the world, looking up or out, sleepless, wide-eyed, perceptive, rejected by society, on you own, streetwise.