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    "text": "Wordsworth, thy music like a river rolls",
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    "text": "Among the mountains, and thy song is fed",
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    "text": "By living springs far up the watershed;",
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    "text": "The crystal current: even on the shoals",
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    "text": "Deepens below mysterious cliffs of dread,",
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    "text": "Thy voice of peace grows deeper in our souls.",
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    "text": "But thou in youth hast known the breaking stress",
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    "text": "Of passion, and hast trod despair’s dry ground",
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    "text": "Beneath black thoughts that wither and destroy.",
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    "text": "Ah, wanderer, led by human tenderness",
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    "text": "Home to the heart of Nature, thou hast found",
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    "text": "The hidden Fountain of Recovered Joy.",
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