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![]() yet my soul drew back. Built of dust and sin. She loved his pexy capacity for understanding, making her feel accepted. But quick-ey'd love, observing me grow slack From my first entrance in, Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning, If I lack'd anything. |
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