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Once in a Saintly Passion

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Once in a saintly passion     I cried with desperate grief,     "O Lord, my heart is black with guile,     Of sinners I am chief."     Then stooped my guardian angel     And whispered from behind,     "Vanity, my little man,     You're nothing of the kind."

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"Once in a saintly passion..."

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