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e gold Azalea,

from her breathi

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ainty likeness w

at point

m'd, O God, th

loud upon my

God, and did

ith eyes s

ss'd in the d

w so well that

echless thankfu

'gan

what in my t

ea's breath, an

ad the lingering

l'n asleep wi

found let

ch she

morrow eve, m

-paid with soo

ms to feel so s

lf that am so