Kill Your Balm and Its Odors Bless You
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Kill your Balm and its Odors bless you Bare your Jessamine to the storm And she will fling her maddest perfume Haply your Summer night to Charm Stab the Bird that built in your bosom Oh, could you catch her last Refrain Bubble! forgive Some better Bubble! Carol for Him when I am gone!
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