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302 So sinks the light of evening’s queen When the dull earth intrudes between,
 * Her beauties from the sun to shade.

Let Fashion’s worthless plaudits rise
 * At the deep tone and practised start;

Be thine true feeling’s stifled sighs, Tears wrung from stern and stubborn eyes,
 * And smiles that sparkle from the heart.

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