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People, kind people, please buy my powder and rouge.
Vendor, good vendor, I'll buy, if your wares are fine.
How fine my wares are I cannot say, but once rubbed on, you'll have an allure you hadn't before.
If your claims,
vendor, are true, five, six large measures is what I'll buy, even if I have to sell my old underwear.
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