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By some freak of fortune, she fainted while baking in the kitchen,overturning all her airy schemes,for great and small and akk things in-between;for future happiness in a knot of blue field violets,for her glory and her power, which she found in her final hour, |
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Great and small and all in-between. |
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Sweet sister temperance, she of the |
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Marble-hearted innocence, |
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So eloquent in her mute despair- with two smooth bands of reddish hair. |
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One can see the |
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Consequence of her endless, virtuous penitence |
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In a scarlet letter or her tender tear, |
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In two smooth bands of reddish hair."Poor, defeated I." she cried. "Keep green my memory.""Poor, defeated I." she cried. "Keep green my memory." |
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We had just laid out the garden, handsome more so now than ever. |
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An exquisite cleanness showing in the diamond squares. |
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She kept us enraptured, gently captured by a tender emotion. |
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Wild flowers growing. |
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We strode a moonlit path |
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In silent pairs. (Chorus...) |
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Home is so far from |
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Home. |
