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RE you awake, Comrades, this silent night? Well 'twere if all of our glossy gluey make Lay in the damp without, and fell to fragments quite!"

"O viol, my friend, I watch, though Phosphor nears, And I fain would drowse away to its utter end This dumb dark stowage after our loud melodious years!”

And they felt past handlers clutch them, Though none was in the room, Old players' dead fingers touch them, Shrunk in the tomb.