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And as he thought thus, from a door there stole
A hand in a tremble, a balm to his soul;
And soft though it trembled, it close wrung his,
And with it a letter;—and gone it is.
A hand in a tremble, a balm to his soul;
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And with it a letter;—and gone it is.
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