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Poem	Look how she stands, high on the steep facade of the cathedral, near the window-rose, simply, holding in her hand the apple, judged for all time as the guiltless-guilty for the growing fruit her body held which she gave birth to after parting from the circle of eternities. She left to face the strange New Earth, so young in years. Oh, how she would have loved to stay a little longer in that enchanted garden, where the peaceful gentle beasts grazed side by side. But Adam was resolved to leave, to go out into this New Earth, and facing death she followed him. God she had hardly known.
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