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Music,when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory----
Odours,when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sence they quicken.
II
Rose leaves,when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts,when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

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