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1     I|     only fire.~ The truth, I fancy, this: bodies there are~
2    II|     to believe might be? - I fancy, naught -~ So strange had
3    II| beasts of old.~ For never, I fancy, did a golden cord~ From
4   III|     of the weight away.~ Yet fancy not its nature simple so.~
5   III|      disjoined,~ The same, I fancy, must be thought to be~
6   III|      after death.~ For he, I fancy, grants not what he says,~
7   III|       thou must."~ Justly, I fancy, would she reason thus,~
8   III|   fruits of life - O this, I fancy, 'tis~ To pour, like those
9     V|    lest we,~ Percase, should fancy that of own free will~ They