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XII sang his name instead of song; Over and over I sang his name: Backward and forward I sang it along, With my sweetest notes, it was still the same! I sang it low, that the slave-girls near. Might never guess, from what they could hear, That all the song was a name.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning