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There liveth a song in mine heart-- I feel it; It beats at my breast For thee, my love, From the depths of my soul.
I like the poems of yesteryearThe poems of ‘twas, and yon, and ere,The poems whose ol’ archaic tongueWas in its prime, and lo, e’er young.Their tales were spun of days of yore
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