Angels In The Early Morning May Be Seen The Dews Among, Stooping, Plucking, Smiling, Flying: Do The Buds To Them Belong? Angels When The Sun Is Hottest May Be Seen The Sands Among, Stooping, Plucking, Sighing, Flying; Parched The Flowers They Bear Along.
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