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1160 He is alive, this morning— He is alive—and awake— Birds are resuming for Him— Blossoms—dress for His Sake. Bees—to their Loaves of Honey Add an Amber Crumb Him—to regale—Me—Only— Motion, and am dumb. Edited by Peter Carter
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