376 Of Course—I prayed— And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird—had stamped her foot— And cried "Give Me"— My Reason—Life— I had not had—but for Yourself— `Twere better Charity To leave me in the Atom`s Tomb— Merry, and Nought, and gay, and numb— Than this smart Misery.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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