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Open all my veins, that I may swim To Thee my Saviour, in that Crimson Lake; Then place my bare-boiled Head upon a Stake; Scatter my Ashes, throw them in the Air: Lord (since Thou know'st where all these Atoms are) I'm hopeful, once Thou'lt recollect my Dust, And confident Thou'lt raise me with the Just.
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