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I learned it all from my Eve  This warm, dumb wisdom.She’s a finer instructress than years;She has taught my heart-strings to weaveThrough the web of all laughter and tears.
And now I see the valley  Fleshed all like meWith feelings that change and quiver:And all things seem to tally  With something in me,Something of which she’s the giver.

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