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1204 Whatever it is—she has tried it— Awful Father of Love— Is not Ours the chastising— Do not chastise the Dove— Not for Ourselves, petition— Nothing is left to pray— When a subject is finished— Words are handed away— Only lest she be lonely In thy beautiful House Give her for her Transgression License to think of us— Edited by Peter Carter
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