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Have you got a brook in your little heart,
Where bashful flowers blow,
And
blushing
birds go down to drink,
And shadows tremble so?
Dickinson - One - Complete
Have you got a brook in your little heart,
Where bashful flowers blow,
And
blushing
birds go down to drink,
And shadows tremble so?
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