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ON THE BURIAL CIRCUIT.

ON THE BURIAL CIRCUIT. 304.7 They call me through the telephone: Each of the joy of her heart makes known; One has a lily, and one has a rose, Blossomed in spite of the deep winter snows. Bright in their windows these glow and glow, Orange…

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