Chapter VII
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How shall I tell you, how shall I make you understand?
For I know that you do not love Me, you do not comprehend Me, you
say that this sort of thing does you harm;
But I will even now do my darndest (as indeed I always do more or
less), and if you do not like it,
Waal, Soldados?
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Rhymes of the East and Re-collected VersesChapter VII
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