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I went to heaven, -- / 'T was a small town, / Lit with a ruby, / Lathed with down.
Stiller than the fields / At the full dew, / Beautiful as pictures / No man drew.
People like the moth, / Of mechlin, frames, / Duties of gossamer, / And eider names.
Almost contented / I could be / 'Mong such unique / Society.