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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=563387" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Master</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=563387" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Master went a-hunting, <br>When the leaves were falling; <br>We saw him on the bridle path, <br>We heard him gaily calling. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=563387" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Oh master, master, come you back, <br>For I have dreamed a dream so black!' <br>A glint of steel from bit and heel, <br>The chestnut cantered faster; <br>A red flash seen amid the green, <br>And so good-bye to master. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=563387" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Master came from hunting, <br>Two silent comrades bore him; <br>His eyes were dim, his face was white, <br>The mare was led before him. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=563387" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Oh, master, master, is it thus <br>That you have come again to us?' <br>I held my lady's ice-cold hand, <br>They bore the hurdle past her; <br>Why should they go so soft and slow? <br>It matters not to master.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Arthur+Conan+Doyle">Arthur Conan Doyle</a></strong></div>

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