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![]() And all that mighty heart is lying still! |
![]() Are a substantial world, both pure and good: Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow. |
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![]() Do his weak ankles swell. |
![]() Have I been now a sojourner on earth, And yet the morning gladness is not gone Which then was in my mind. |
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