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586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subject, but the Grave— Of ours, none affair— We handled Destinies, as cool— As we—Disposers—be— And God, a Quiet Party To our Authority— But fondest, dwelt upon Ourself As we eventual—be— When Girls to Women, softly raised We—occupy—Degree— We parted with a contract To cherish, and to write But Heaven made both, impossible Before another night.
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