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Love Took Up The Harp Of Life, And Smote On All The Chords With Migh
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Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might;
Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
-- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)
-- Locksley Hall, Line 33
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