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14 And if believing love can tread The wonted softness in her eye, Then shall my fears, O charming maid, And every pain of absence die: Then ofter to thy name attun'd, And rising to diviner sound, I'll wake the free song: Old shall listen to my tale, And, down the bord'ring vale, The liquid melody prolong.

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