Her smile was shaped like other smiles —
The Dimples ran along —
And still it hurt you, as some Bird
Did hoist herself, to sing,
Then recollect a Ball, she got —
And hold upon the Twig,
Convulsive, while...
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I asked no other thing. |
I lost a World — the other day! |
No Other can reduce |
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We talked with each other about each other |
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