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 So, weary with the little time allowed

To use the power that takes so long to learn,

I sorrowed as I lay; now low, now loud

Came music from an hautboy and zithern.

The house was dark, and yet a light did burn

There where they played, and in the wainscotting

The mice that love the dark were junketing.

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