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1527 Oh give it Motion—deck it sweet With Artery and Vein— Upon its fastened Lips lay words— Affiance it again To that Pink stranger we call Dust— Acquainted more with that Than with this horizontal one That will not lift its Hat— Edited by Peter Carter
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