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 "title": "Constancy",
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 "poet": "David Park Barnitz",
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 "book": "The Book of Jade",
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   {
    "text": "Surely thy face, love, is a little pale,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "And somewhat wan thy lips that were so red,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "And though my kisses might raise up the dead,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "To waken thy deep sleep they naught avail.",
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  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Before thy stillness some poor men might quail,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "But I shall not desert thy holy bed,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Although thy passionate lips have no word said,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "And thine adored breasts are cold like hail.",
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   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Thou art gone down to Death, thou art gone down,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "And the dead things shall nestle in thy hair,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "And the dust shall profane thy golden crown,",
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   {
    "text": "And the worms shall consume thy perfect face;",
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   {
    "text": "Even so: but Death shall bring thee no disgrace,",
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   {
    "text": "And to the stars I cry, Thou art most fair!",
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