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Oft have I listened in the dead of night,When all those towers like chanting priests have prayed;
And the weird tones seemed tangled in the height
Of palaces,—as though all Florence made
One great ghost-organ, and the pipes that played
Were the dark channelled streets, pouring along
In beats and muffled swells the deep resounding song.
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