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1 Text      |   these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou
2 Text,  19 |    was so near, that it was mine, and that this perfect sweetness
3 Text,  67 |    comes upon this earth of mine with arms outstretched and
4 Text,  76 |  down and ownest thyself as mine, there to clasp thee to
5 Text,  79 |  this fleeting emptiness of mine, paint it with colours,
6 Text,  82 | light to deck thy feet, but mine will hang upon thy breast. ~
7 Text,  82 |     my sorrow is absolutely mine own, and when I bring it
8 Text,  93 |  put on my wedding garland. Mine is not the red-brown dress
9 Text,  101|    pictures in all works of mine. They come and ask me, '