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        t pine.

        Instruct to keep true,

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        too calm and sad a fa front of thine;

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        it on our brow and hair.

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        Over to tter sea.

        Accuse me not, beseec I wear

        too calm and sad a fa front of thine;

        For    shine

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        As on a bee in a crystalline;

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        And to spread er air

        ere most impossible failure, if I strove

        to fail so. But I look on thee--

        Behe end of love,

        hearing oblivion beyond memory;

        As one ws and gazes from above,

        Over to tter sea.
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