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The Gift
He hands
down the gift
as from a great
height, his
precious
understanding clothed
in miraculous
fortitude. This
is the present
of the ages, all
rewards
in itself
But the lady--
she, disdain-
ful, all
in white for
the occasion--cries
out petutlantly, is
that all, is
that all, is
that all.
I Know A Man
For Love
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