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537 Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be scant For Opportunity— The River reaches to my feet— As yet—My Heart be dry— Oh Lover—Life could not convince— Might Death—enable Thee— The River reaches to My Breast— Still—still—My Hands above Proclaim with their remaining Might— Dost recognize the Love? The River reaches to my Mouth— Remember—when the Sea Swept by my searching eyes—the last— Themselves were quick—with Thee!
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