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he speaks not well
were it not for that singular smell
she has a clear, wind-sheltered loveliness
if i were very sure
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
the stars fell from heaven
all quiet along the potomac
awful truths these be
when the hours of day are numbered
my soul is a dark ploughed field

 



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