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The difference between DespairAnd Fear-- is like the One
Between the instant of a Wreck--
And when the Wreck has been--
The Mind is smooth-- no Motion--
Contented as the Eye
Upon the Forehead of a Bust--
That knows-- it cannot see--
Lullaby Lay your sleeping head, my love, Human on my faithless arm; Time and fevers burn away Individual beauty from Thoughtful children, ...
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