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Precious to Me’€”she Still Shall Be

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Precious to Me’—She still shall be’—
Though She forget the name I bear’—
The fashion of the Gown I wear’—
The very Color of My Hair’—
 
So like the Meadows’—now’—
I dared to show a Tress of Theirs
If haply’—She might not despise
A Buttercup’s Array’—
 
I know the Whole’—obscures the Part’—
The fraction’—that appeased the Heart
Till Number’s Empery’—
Remembered’—as the Millner’s flower
 
When Summer’s Everlasting Dower’—
Confronts the dazzled Bee.
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