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Cake Bake Betty
Bio She hears, upon that water without soud, A voice that cries: "The tomb in Palestine, Is not the porch of spirits lingering; It is the grave of Jesus, where He lay." We live in an old chaos of the sun, Or old dependency of day and night, Or island solitude, unsponsored, free, Of that wide water, inescapable. Write me Letters
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