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There was a little miser elf who had a precious store / Of silver motes from moonbeams and priceless grains of ore, / And shiny dust of marigold, and glittering jeweled eyes / Of burnished stars and spangles from the wings of butterflies, / And bales of wondrous gossamer and green-gold beetles' wings, / And many other marvelous and rare and costly things.
But, alas! with all his golden dust and jewels rich and rare, / This little elf was never free from misery and care.