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I wanted to know if you could post the star, and if you don't know it you could contact me.
Jane Taylor died in 1824, she might have some trouble in contacting you! !
Down in a green and shady bed, A modest violet grew; Its stalk was bent, it hung its headAs if to hide from view. And yet it was a lovely flower, Its colour bright and fair; It might have graced a rosy bower, Instead of hiding there.