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Oh. were I tuned ail suddenly Into a star. In the cool wilderness of space. To dwell afar; Or should they make of my body mooadust. Magical, white. And scatter me about the silent roads Of the world, at night; Or born me in flame until I was bat smoke Upon the air— Still should my shadowin? heart tremble a Utile Exquisitely. At the words your roice spake, crying as of old „ In the dark to at. + Auckland. AJLD.
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Auckland Star, Volume LVIII, Issue 154, 2 July 1927, Page 21
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80CHANCE. Auckland Star, Volume LVIII, Issue 154, 2 July 1927, Page 21
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