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The Beatitude

Your pretty eyes, I realize; You’re beautiful to me: An ebony, most heavenly, Arrayed coquettishly; You’re giving and a gift, Like the rise of Christmas morn’ As adorned a necklace with, Upon my heart you’re worn –

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