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"The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face. -William Wordsworth (1770-1850), Lucy, Three Years She Grew in Sun and Shower |
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