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O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left
O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left
O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left
O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left
O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left
O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left
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