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“I will count up all my many blessings,” said I, “Although I know it will be hard to count so high;” But I found very soon it was useless to try— The faster I count, the faster they multiply.
“So,” said I, “I’ll count only blessings I have won As just rewards for deserving deeds I have done;” Although my search for deeds to count for hours has run, I have been unable to count a single one.
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