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    "text": "I staggered on through darkness,",
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    "text": "There was a hazy sky, a few stars",
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    "text": "Which I followed as best I could.",
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    "text": "It was nine o’clock, I was trying to get home.",
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    "text": "But somehow I was lost,",
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    "text": "Though really keeping the road.",
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    "text": "Then I reeled through a gate and into a yard,",
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    "text": "“Oh, Fiddler! Oh, Mr. Jones!”",
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    "text": "(I thought it was his house and he would show me the way home.)",
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    "text": "But who should step out but A. D. Blood,",
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    "text": "And roaring about the cursed saloons,",
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    "text": "“You drunken Oscar Hummel,” he said,",
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