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881 I've none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie— It just held Two, nor those it held Since Somewhere thy sweet Face has spilled Beyond my Boundary— If things were opposite—and Me And Me it were—that ebbed from Thee On some unanswering Shore— Would'st Thou seek so—just say That I the Answer may pursue Unto the lips it eddied through— So—overtaking Thee—
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