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A SMILE.

A SMILE. 564.6 The brightness of the morn was hid 'Neath clouds of dull, unsoftened gray; My heart beat low beneath its weight Of grief, and sorrowed with the day. A mockery was all gladness-yet. A loved one smiled-straight from the heart The…

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