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So on I ramble, now and then narrating,

Now pondering:⁠—it is time we should narrate.

I left Don Juan with his horses baiting⁠—

Now we’ll get o’er the ground at a great rate:

I shall not be particular in stating

His journey, we’ve so many tours of late:

Suppose him then at Petersburgh; suppose

That pleasant capital of painted snows;