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Thou still [could?] find me on my birthday! How in [humane?]. Still struggling up hill. [Lurking?] [milk?] Americans eye upon the favors of Fortune. Like the stalled [waggon?]. [Unclear] yet imbedded in debts. Yet [fulfilling?] against the [unclear] tide. But [unclear] days begin to dawn. My [lands?] are [lebring?] my strength [unclear]. My footholds eroding firmer ground.