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Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang
As if her song could have no ending.
I saw her singing at her work
And o'er the sickle bending
I listened, motionless and still
And as I mounted up that hill
The music in my heart I bore
Long after it was heard no more.

-William Wordsworth

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