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Song that is pent in me,
Song that is aching,
Ne'er to escape from me,
Sleeping or waking,
Song that is aching,
Ne'er to escape from me,
Sleeping or waking,
Down aspic! the dust of me,
Blown the world over
A century hence
Will envenom a lover.
Blown the world over
A century hence
Will envenom a lover.
His red lips grow vocal,
His great word is new,
And the world knows my secret,
Is dreaming of you.
His great word is new,
And the world knows my secret,
Is dreaming of you.
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