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    "text": "Beloved, my Beloved, when I think",
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   {
    "text": "That thou wast in the world a year ago,",
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   {
    "text": "What time I sate alone here in the snow",
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   {
    "text": "And saw no footprint, heard the silence sink",
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   {
    "text": "No moment at thy voice, but link by link",
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    "text": "Went counting all my chains as if that so",
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   {
    "text": "They never could fall off at any blow",
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   {
    "text": "Struck by thy possible hand⁠—why, thus I drink",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Of life’s great cup of wonder. Wonderful,",
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   {
    "text": "Never to feel thee thrill the day or night",
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   {
    "text": "With personal act or speech⁠—nor ever cull",
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   {
    "text": "Some prescience of thee with the blossoms white",
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   {
    "text": "Thou sawest growing! Atheists are as dull,",
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   {
    "text": "Who cannot guess God’s presence out of sight.",
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