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I went to Heaven
I went to Heaven
‘Twas a small Town
Lit with a Ruby
Lathed with Down
Stiller than the fields
At the full Dew
Beautiful as Pictures
No Man drew.
People like the Moth
Of Mechlin frames
Duties of Gossamer
And Eider names
Almost contented
I could be
‘Mong such unique
Society
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