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I met an aged, aged man Upon the lonely moor: I knew I was a gentleman, And he was but a boor. So I stopped and roughly questioned him, "Come, tell me how you live!" But his words impressed my ear no more Than if it were a sieve. He said, "I look for soap-bubbles, That lie among the wheat, And bake them into mutton-pies, And sell them in the street. I sell them unto men," he said, "Who sail on st…