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CXII. KISSING THE THIMBLE.
I kissed the thimble my true love wore,My love that lies in the grave,
My love with the dainty little hand,
With a heart in it true and brave.
My love! my love! my dear dear love,
So womanly pure and bright,
With a laugh like heavenly music,
With a smile like the morning light,
With a kiss like heaven's fulfilment,
Come down to my touch and sight!
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