| Strong draughts of their refreshing minds
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13
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| Sunset at night is natural,
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75
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| Suspense is hostiler than Death.
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127
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The admirations and
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119
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| The battle fought between the Soul
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125
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| The child's faith is new,
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24
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| The doomed regard the sunrise
|
95
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| The Heart is the capital
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138
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| The last of summer is delight
|
85
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| The lonesome for they know not what—
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130
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| The love a life can show
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147
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| The mountains grow unnoticed,
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78
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| The only news I know
|
115
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| The popular Heart is a
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6
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| The power to be true to you
|
169
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| The rainbow never tells me
|
56
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| The Robin's my criterion of tune
|
60
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| The soul's distinct
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116
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| The Sun went down
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53
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| The sunrise runs for Both,
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152
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| The sweetest heresy received
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42
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| The tint I cannot take is best,
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54
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| The world feels dusty
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109
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| The zeros taught us phosphorus,
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201
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| There are two ripenings—
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200
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| There is a languor of the life
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176
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| There is a pain so utter
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177
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| These are signs to Nature's inns,
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74
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| These fair, fictitious people,
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101
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| This was a Poet
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12
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| Three times we parted,
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98
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| Through the dark sod
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76
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| "Till death" is narrow loving;
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