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I was the slightest in the House —

I took the smallest Room —

At night, my little Lamp, and Book —

And one Geranium —

So stationed I could catch the Mint

That never ceased to fall —

And just my Basket —

Let me think – I’m sure —

That this was all —

I never spoke — unless addressed —

And then, ‘twas brief and low —

I could not bear to live — aloud —

The Racket shamed me so —

And if it had not been so far —

And any one I knew

Were going – I had often thought

How noteless – I could die —

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