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    "text": "Dear, if I never saw your face again;",
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    "text": "If all the music of your voice were mute",
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    "text": "As that of a forlorn and broken lute;",
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    "text": "If only in my dreams I might attain",
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    "text": "The benediction of your touch, how vain",
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   {
    "text": "Were Faith to justify the old pursuit",
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    "text": "Of happiness, or Reason to confute",
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    "text": "The pessimist philosophy of pain.",
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    "text": "Yet Love not altogether is unwise,",
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    "text": "For still the wind would murmur in the corn,",
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    "text": "And still the sun would splendor all the mere;",
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    "text": "And I⁠—I could not, dearest, choose but hear",
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    "text": "Your voice upon the breeze and see your eyes",
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   {
    "text": "Shine in the glory of the summer morn.",
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