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THE DAUGHTER (a sort of intoxication)

the acrid was Cicely perceived
so her sort of thoughts should go home

they can be joost when waning every minute

with an air, the air was like a picture , in her black satin and lace
alas, your old age is suddenly heard

in the garden of tears, we talk to the religion
own, inferior, flinging, therefore well aware

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