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Damn you Nightingale! Must thee plaint ev’ry darling morn? Hush Hush Away! Mi son still snore by six upon mi chest Away away Mig... -
When death opines T’is solely Thee who grants Folly of science might reprove But ev’ry sound mind must know; The hands that moul...
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