Experiment
Shortcode testing
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1 Blow thy horn, hunter, And blow thy horn on high! There is a doe in yonder wood, In faith she will not die: Now blow thy horn, hunter, Now blow thy horn, jolly hunter! 2 Sore this deer stricken is, And yet she bleeds no whit; She lay so fair, I could not miss, Lord, I was glad of it: Now blow… 3 There she go'th! See ye not, How she go'th over the plain? And if ye lust to gave a shot, I warrant her barrain. Now blow… 4 He to go and I to go, But he ran fast afore; I bade him shoot and strike the doe, For I might shoot no more. Now blow… 5 To the covert both they went, For I found where she lay; An arrow in her haunch she hent, For faint she might not bray. Now blow…
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