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SEMITONES.
Ah me, the subtle boundary betweenWhat pleases and what pains! The difference
Between the word that thrills our every sense
With joy and one which hurts, although it mean
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Invisible, not things of violence,
For which the mightiest are without defence.
On kine most fair to see one may grow lean
With hunger. Many a snowy bread is doled
Which is far harder than the hardest stones.
'T is but a narrow line divides the zones
Where suns are warm from those where suns are cold.
'Twixt harmonies divine as chords can hold
And torturing discords, lie but semitones!
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