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Music, thou queen of heaven, care-charming spell,
That strik'st a stillness into hell:
Thou that tan'st tigers and fierce storms (that rise)
With thy soul-melting lullabies:
Fall down, down, down, from those thy chiming spheres,
To charm our souls, as thou enchant'st our ears.
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