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Those rosy lips which edged her mouth,
Soft and delicate as the petals of a flower-
When she declared the finest philosophies ,
Their effective words stayed in heart forever.

When a smile flickered across her face,
Oh!  what a splendid sight it was ,
Her smile would fill in every scar:
Like for a sentence, there's a clause.

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