There only feigns this lightning shook, that upon Her brow shook, Smiles through entirety what flower possessed yet mine only…
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And given task at hand but fingers thimble there undertake, Breathes the paper and the ink, soon shall be ash…
Thy presence here
At last have I ever been so comforted by thy presence here, In great fortune reeled my happiness sturdy and…
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