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Webthere are no stars tonight.

There is even room enough.

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Webthere are no stars tonight.

There is even room enough.

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I loafe and invite my soul, i.

I celebrate myself, and sing myself, and what i assume you shall assume, for every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

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Yet how much room for memory there is.

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In the loose girdle of soft rain.

Her soft hands, they held my dreams and fears, with each stroke,.

In grandma's arms, i found solace and grace, her loving embrace like a cozy hearth's embrace.

Weba grandmother's love is like no other, a gentle embrace, a comforting hand.