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As through the street at eve we went / (It might be half-past ten), / We fell out, my friend and I, / About the cube of _x+y_, / And made it up again. / And blessings on the falling out / Between two learned men, / Who fight on points which neither knows, / And make it up again! / For when we came where stands an inn / We visit now and then, / There above a pint of beer, / Oh there above a pint of beer, / We made it up again.