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Consecrate the place and day
To music and Cecilia.
Let no rough winds approach, nor dare
Invade the hallow'd bounds,
Nor rudely shake the tuneful air,
Nor spoil the fleeting sounds.
Nor mournful sigh nor groan be heard,
But gladness dwell on every tongue;
Whilst all, with voice and strings prepar'd,
Keep up the loud harmonious song,
And imitate the blest above,
In joy, and harmony, and love.
--
Song for St. Cecilia's Day (1692).

 

Joseph Addison

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This universal frame began:
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My fleeting song, fleeting.
The world is so loud. Keep falling. I'll find you.

 

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