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Away, away, ye notes of Woe!

Be silent, thou once soothing Strain,

Or I must flee from hence—for, oh!

I dare not trust those sounds again.[ad]

To me they speak of brighter days—

But lull the chords, for now, alas![ae]

I must not think, I may not gaze,[af]

On what I am—on what I was.

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