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...was ware, and wished she might " Deny her nature, and be never more " Still to be so displaced." " How sweetly did they float upon the wings " Of silence, through the empty vaulted night, " At every fall smoothing the raven down " Of darkness till it smiled." "Midnight shout and revelry, " Tipsy...

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