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Sweet lips of poise,

    I know only of,

I remember of.



If by the beauty of time,

    Shall again we betrothe,

Then I shall heave,

    Almighty God from the soul,

To witness the truth of eternity.




Author's Notes/Comments: 

A girl who I thought could conquer anything, and just about has. Oh Harriet, Bless You.

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