363 I went to thank Her— But She Slept— Her Bed—a funneled Stone— With Nosegays at the Head and Foot— That Travellers—had thrown— Who went to thank Her— But She Slept— `Twas Short—to cross the Sea— To look upon Her like—alive— But turning back—`twas slow—SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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