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My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains

My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk

Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains

One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk

'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot

 

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Was it a vision, or a waking dream?

Fled is that music. Do I wake or sleep?

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