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| And on the cheek; and o're the brow, So soft, so calm, Yet eloquent. The smiles that win, The tints that glow, |
| But tell of days in goodness spent. A mind at peace with all below, a heart whose love is innocent. Byron |
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| But tell of days in goodness spent. A mind at peace with all below, a heart whose love is innocent. Byron |
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