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That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over,
Lest you should think he never could recapture
The first fine careless rapture.
Lest you should think he never could recapture
The first fine careless rapture.
Home-Thoughts from Abroad
Oh their Rafael of the dear Madonnas,
Oh their Dante of the dread Inferno,
Wrote one song and in my brain I sing it;
Drew one angel borne, see, on my bosom!
Oh their Dante of the dread Inferno,
Wrote one song and in my brain I sing it;
Drew one angel borne, see, on my bosom!
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