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LOVE'S SACRIFICE.

Her limpid, loving lips, In all their crimson lusciousness Thrill me to my finger tips At sight of their deliciousness. To see t.nem gives me pain— I cannot to them press my own Time has passed—we meet again. I do not love now all alone. Her heart is mine, now—mine! No cause have I for plaint, Save—save, but I lesign To fate—That luecious red was paint.

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Hot Lakes Chronicle, Volume 2, Issue 127, 3 July 1895, Page 3

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68

LOVE'S SACRIFICE. Hot Lakes Chronicle, Volume 2, Issue 127, 3 July 1895, Page 3

LOVE'S SACRIFICE. Hot Lakes Chronicle, Volume 2, Issue 127, 3 July 1895, Page 3