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   {
    "text": "The Town, the churchyard, and the setting sun,",
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   {
    "text": "The Clouds, the trees, the rounded hills all seem,",
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   {
    "text": "Though beautiful, cold⁠—strange⁠—as in a dream,",
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   {
    "text": "I dreamed long ago, now new begun.",
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   {
    "text": "The short lived, paly Summer is but won",
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   {
    "text": "From Winter’s ague, for one hour’s gleam;",
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   {
    "text": "Though sapphire-warm, their Stars do never beam:",
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   {
    "text": "All is cold Beauty; pain is never done:",
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   },
   {
    "text": "For who has mind to relish, Minos-wise,",
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   {
    "text": "The Real of Beauty, free from that dead hue",
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    "text": "Sickly imagination and sick pride",
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   {
    "text": "Cast wan upon it! Burns! with honour due",
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   {
    "text": "I oft have honour’d thee. Great shadow, hide",
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    "text": "Thy face; I sin against thy native skies.",
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