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Or, there’s Satan!--one might venture Pledge one’s soul to him, yet leave Such a flaw in the indenture As he’d miss till, past retrieve, Blasted lay that rose-acacia We’re so proud of! Hy, Zy, Hine. . . ‘St, there’s Vespers! Plena gratia Ave, Virgo! Gr-r-r--you swine!