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At morn when in his glory rose the sun, Over the blackened, devastated hill, The scene that there the traveler looked upon Seemed to his inmost heart to send a chill.
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Isn't she wonderful? whispered Winifred excitedly to Jack.
human
I told you hers would be the best.
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It's very pretty, Jack admitted,
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The next poem, announced Lulu, when the applause had subsided,