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Call me names, dearest! Call me thy bird That flies to thy breast at one cherishing word, That folds its wild wings there, ne'er dreaming of flight, That tenderly sings there in loving delight! Oh! my sad heart keeps pining for one fond word,-- Call me pet names, dearest! Call me thy bird!

Frances Sargent Osgood

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Frances Sargent Osgood
Age: 39 †
Born: 1811
Born: January 1
Died: 1850
Died: January 1
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Writer
Boston
Massachusetts
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