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...screen from the heat, And the scene, where his melody charmed me before, Resounds with his sweet flowing ditty no more. My fugitive years are all hasting away, And I must ere long lie lowly as they, With a turf on my breast, and a stone at my head, Ere another such grove shall arise...

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