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Flower in the Crannied Wall

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Flower in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower--but if I could understand What you are, root and all, all in all, I should know what God and man is.

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