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514 Her smile was shaped like other smiles— The Dimples ran along— And still it hurt you, as some Bird Did hoist herself, to sing, Then recollect a Ball, she got— And hold upon the Twig, Convulsive, while the Music broke— Like Beads—among the Bog—
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