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It Is The Little Rift Within The Lute That By And By Will Make The Music Mute, And Ever Widening Slowly Silence All.
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It is the little rift within the lute
That by and by will make the music mute,
And ever widening slowly silence all.
-- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)
-- Idylls of the King, Merlin and Vivien
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