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Da Rock't das Handy.:-)
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Music, when soft voices die
Music,when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory;
Odours,when sweet violets
sicken,
Live within the sense they
quicken.
Rose leaves,when the rose is
dead,
Are heap'd for the beloved's
bed;
Are so thy thoughts,when
thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
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