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The Complaint Of New Amsterdam
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I'm a grandchild of the Gods Who on th' Amstel have abodes; Whence their orders forth are sent Swift for aid and punishment.
I, of Amsterdam, was born, Early of her breasts forlorn; From her care so quickly weaned Oft have I my fate bemoaned.
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