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“I've lost a day,” old Tibby said,
Then sighed and groaned, and went to bed,
This monarch, as they said of old,
Knew time was worth much more than gold.
I'm of this sage opinion too,
And think this man judged pretty true.
—But now, my friends, I'll bid good bye,
For you are tired—and so am I.
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