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Many an outcast calls me friendand with that word compelsmy pity to embrace his loneliness,my meagre share of goodness to expandtill friendship and intensecompassion warm us both.Many a weakling thinks me strongand with his thought endowsmy weakness with an unsuspected power,unearths within my heart a fire