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It Is Not a Word It is not a word spoken, Few words are said; Nor even a look of…
Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back, Guilty of dust and sin. But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow…
The Owl and the Pussycat The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea In a beautiful pea green boat, They…