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    "text": "Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart!",
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   {
    "text": "Unlike our uses and our destinies.",
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    "text": "Our ministering two angels look surprise",
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    "text": "On one another, as they strike athwart",
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   {
    "text": "Their wings in passing. Thou, bethink thee, art",
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   {
    "text": "A guest for queens to social pageantries,",
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   {
    "text": "With gazes from a hundred brighter eyes",
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   {
    "text": "Than tears even can make mine, to play thy part",
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   {
    "text": "Of chief musician. What hast thou to do",
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   {
    "text": "With looking from the lattice-lights at me,",
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   {
    "text": "A poor, tired, wandering singer, singing through",
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   {
    "text": "The dark, and leaning up a cypress tree?",
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   {
    "text": "The chrism is on thine head⁠—on mine, the dew⁠—",
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   {
    "text": "And Death must dig the level where these agree.",
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