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Poems on
Our moulder'd Frame rebuilt assumes
New Beauty, and for ever blooms;
And crown'd with Youth's immortal Pride,
We Angels rise, who Mortals dy'd.
New Beauty, and for ever blooms;
And crown'd with Youth's immortal Pride,
We Angels rise, who Mortals dy'd.
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