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 "title": "Morning, Noon and Night",
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    "text": "When morning shows her first faint flush,",
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    "text": "I think of the tender blush",
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    "text": "That crept so gently to your cheek",
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    "text": "When first my love I dared to speak;",
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    "text": "How, in your glance, a dawning ray",
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    "text": "Gave promise of love’s perfect day.",
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    "text": "When, in the ardent breath of noon,",
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    "text": "The roses with passion swoon;",
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    "text": "There steals upon me from the air",
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    "text": "The scent that lurked within your hair;",
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    "text": "I touch your hand, I clasp your form⁠—",
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    "text": "Again your lips are close and warm.",
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    "text": "When comes the night with beauteous skies,",
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    "text": "I think of your tear-dimmed eyes,",
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    "text": "Their mute entreaty that I stay,",
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    "text": "Although your lips sent me away;",
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    "text": "And then falls memory’s bitter blight,",
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    "text": "And dark⁠—so dark becomes the night.",
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