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THE MIRACLE OF CONSTANCY

we should go home while having a clergyman

the death is never undergone
yet her number of miles shall do nothing

for the children, the habit was like the morning , ready for whatever day
and yet her own daughter is too gross

in the countenance of conveniences, we come to the cloud
great, sudden, wondering, yet not thrown

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