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    "text": "Who carved this shattered harp on my stone?",
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   {
    "text": "I died to you, no doubt. But how many harps and pianos",
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    "text": "Wired I and tightened and disentangled for you,",
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    "text": "Making them sweet again⁠—with tuning fork or without?",
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    "text": "Oh well! A harp leaps out of the ear of a man, you say,",
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    "text": "But whence the ear that orders the length of the strings",
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   {
    "text": "To a magic of numbers flying before your thought",
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    "text": "Through a door that closes against your breathless wonder?",
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    "text": "Is there no Ear round the ear of a man, that it senses",
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    "text": "Through strings and columns of air the soul of sound?",
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    "text": "I thrill as I call it a tuning fork that catches",
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    "text": "The waves of mingled music and light from afar,",
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    "text": "The antennae of Thought that listens through utmost space.",
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    "text": "Surely the concord that ruled my spirit is proof",
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    "text": "Of an Ear that tuned me, able to tune me over",
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