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1    II| composed.~ A smell of scorching enters in our frame~ Where the
2    IV|         dulled, and in a jumble enters ears,~ And sound we seem
3    IV|         than voice, because~ It enters not through stony walls,
4    VI|       For it darts~ Between and enters through the pores of things;~
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