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"What use that now like a bird of love
My pulses cry to thee
And every word wings like a kiss
To the face I cannot see?
Alas that the heart 'should screech and caw
Ere the loved one's face be fled.
And the heart become a nightingale
To the deaf ears of the dead!"
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