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A Whisper.

A Whisper. 554.4 "I love you, dear." High in the tree That spread its sheltering branches near, A song-bird trilled an ecstasy. "I love you, dear." The gray mist rose from hill and mere, But no rain fell for you and me; And all our sky…

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