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hile in the park I sing, the listening deerAttend my passion, and forget to fear:When to the beeches I report my flame,They bow their heads, as if they felt the same:To gods appealing, when I reach their bowers,With loud complaints they answer me in showers.To thee a wild and cruel soul is given,More deaf than trees, and prouder than the heaven!
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