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Ode to you
Thou child of love and honesty;O’er gold lay thy preciousness;For thy heart is greater than thy body;In thy comfort there lay no mess.
Fondle by thy arms, I lay;Thou fill me with warmth and love;Yet I, heartless ungrateful clay;Often tighten thy love to doubt.
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