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  Richard Corey   WHENEVER Richard Cory went down town,     We people on the pavement looked at him:   He was a gentleman from sole to crown,     Clean favored, and imperially slim.      And he was always quietly arrayed,             And he was always human when he talked;   But still he fluttered pulses when he said,     "Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.      And he was rich—yes,…