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I
TO ***
HEART OF MY HEART! STATELY, AND FAIR, AND SWEET;I LAY THESE GATHERED SHELLS BEFORE THY FEET.
LOST IS THEIR SPARKLE OF THE FOAM AND SAND
AND THE KEEN SUNSHINE GLITTERING ON THE STRAND;
YET STILL THEY HOLD THE MURMUR OF THEIR SEA:
THE DEEP, PURE OCEAN OF MY LOVE FOR THEE.
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