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at last a soft and solemn-breathing sound
rose like a steam of rich distill'd perfumes
and stole upon the air
that even silence was took ere she was ware,
and wished she might deny her nature
and be never more still to be so delighted
and took in strains that might create
a soul under the ribs of death
rose like a steam of rich distill'd perfumes
and stole upon the air
that even silence was took ere she was ware,
and wished she might deny her nature
and be never more still to be so delighted
and took in strains that might create
a soul under the ribs of death
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