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Paris, June 12.
My Dear
Miss Stephens—The following is the only poem I find among the canned sentiments in the storehouse of my memory which appears to feel as I do about it:
My pen is bad, my ink is pale,
But my affection for you will
never fail.
Yours
S. L. Clemens
Mark Twain
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