The Poems and Prose Poems of Charles Baudelaire / with an Introductory Preface by James Huneker

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tar-like in the

flame for eve

love and worsh

moke of myrrh a

to thee, whit

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even Knives, crue

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memory in

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her long shroud

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stones all over

the square-set

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aw, one morni

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escaped his c

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