'Vintage I did not pick the grapes that you let fall, No more have ever grown upon the vine, You were so very big; and I so small; How could I know they might be changed to wine! Now, from the...
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One Growing Deaf The host of sounds that fill the air, That do not come to me, Are silver songs on muted strings I consecrate to Thee. SISTER M....
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I never knew I lost so n^uch Until I gained you for a friend; I never knew I gained so much. Until I lost you in the...
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