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The stars of midnight shall be dear
To her ; and she shall lean her ear
In many a secret place
Where rivulets dance their wayward round,
And beauty born of murmuring sound
Shall pass into her face.
・・・・・ Three Years She Grew in Sun and Shower ; Lucy Poems,
William Wordsworth
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