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 1    3, 3|       full of fat, greased his beard and lips with it, and called
 2    3, 5|        the white hairs from my beard, ~For I have selected a
 3    3, 5|         The barber cut off his beard and laid it before him, ~
 4    4, 4|       Not, in whiteness of the beard and hair. ~How can any one
 5    4, 6|   regret,~And now tearing your beard to think of your folly,~
 6    6, 2|      But a mere mockery of the beard of repentance;~Thou rootest
 7    6, 5|       was the older, his white beard or himself. The monk replied
 8    6, 5|      his ignorance, saying his beard had grown pure and white,
 9    6, 7|     that his talent lay in his beard, for when he wagged it he
10    6, 7|     said his talent lay in his beard!" Thus the only one whose
11    6, 7| nightly walk;~This is he whose beard possessed such rare talent;~