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BEAUTY.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

BEAUTY.

ROSE.


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Her cheek was very eloquent;
In passion, pride, or shame,
Like summer's warmest lightning flash,
The colour to it came;—
In joy—swift smiles and dimples broke
Upon its pure repose,
Like sunshine and a zephyr,
At play upon a rose.