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— Stephen Crane

I looked here;

I looked there;

Nowhere could I see my love.

And--this time--

…

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noun

A coming to; the act of acceding and becoming joined

“a king's accession to a confederacy”

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John Milton·1608–1674
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his is the month, and this the happy morn,Wherein the Son of Heaven's eternal King,Of wedded maid and virgin mother born,Our great redemption from above did bring;For so the holy sages once did sing, 5That he our deadly forfeit should release,And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.
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