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![]() A yellow primrose was to him, And it was nothing more. |
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![]() That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death? |
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![]() So much of earth, so much of heaven. And such impetuous blood. |
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![]() The earthquake is not satisfied at once. |
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