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 * Ah! Sunflower! weary of time
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 * The modest rose puts forth a thorn
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 * I laid me down upon a bank
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 * Dear mother, dear mother, the church is cold
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 * I wander through each charter'd street
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 * Pity would be no more
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 * My mother groaned, my father wept
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 * I was angry with my friend
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 * Nought loves another as itself
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 * Children of the future age
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 * Sleep, sleep, beauty bright
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 * I love to rise on a summer morn
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 * Whate'er is born of mortal birth
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 * Children of the future age
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 * Sleep, sleep, beauty bright
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 * I love to rise on a summer morn
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 * Whate'er is born of mortal birth
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 * align="center"|THE BOOK OF THEL
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