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“
Me
heart
’
s
all
me
Swamp
Angel
’
s
,
and
me
love
is
all
hers
,
and
I
have
her
and
the
swamp
so
confused
in
me
mind
I
never
can
be
separating
them
.
When
I
look
at
her
,
I
see
blue
sky
,
the
sun
rifting
through
the
leaves
and
pink
and
red
flowers
;
and
when
I
look
at
the
Limberlost
I
see
a
pink
face
with
blue
eyes
,
gold
hair
,
and
red
lips
,
and
,
it
’
s
the
truth
,
sir
,
they
’
re
mixed
till
they
’
re
one
to
me
!
“
I
’
m
afraid
it
will
be
hurting
some
,
but
I
have
the
feeing
that
I
can
be
making
my
dear
people
understand
,
so
that
they
will
be
willing
to
let
me
come
back
home
.
Send
Lady
O
’
More
to
put
these
flowers
God
made
in
the
place
of
these
glass
-
house
ilegancies
,
and
please
be
cutting
the
string
of
this
little
package
the
Angel
’
s
sent
me
.
”
As
Freckles
held
up
the
package
,
the
lights
of
the
Limberlost
flashed
from
the
emerald
on
his
finger
.
On
the
cover
was
printed
:
“
To
the
Limberlost
Guard
!
”
Under
it
was
a
big
,
crisp
,
iridescent
black
feather
.
Limberlost
Guard
!
”
Under
it
was
a
big
,
crisp
,
iridescent
black
feather