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INCE every sound moves memories, How can I play you Just as I might if you raised no scene, By your ivory rows, of a form between My vision and your time-worn sheen, As when each day you Answered our fingers with ecstasy? So it's hushed, hushed, hushed, you are for me!

And as I am doomed to counterchord Her notes no more In those old things I used to know, In a fashion, when we practised so,