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I think just how my lips will weigh
With shapeless,
quivering
prayer
That you, so late, consider me,
The sparrow of your care.
Dickinson - Two - Complete
I think just how my lips will weigh
With shapeless,
quivering
prayer
That you, so late, consider me,
The sparrow of your care.
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