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When the chaise, on a sudden, roll'd off from your door,
And I thought in my heart I should see you no more,
Since expression, dear doctor, was smother'd in silence;
These lines I address to you, many a mile hence!
And I thought in my heart I should see you no more,
Since expression, dear doctor, was smother'd in silence;
These lines I address to you, many a mile hence!
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