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If music be the food of love, play on.
Give me excess of it that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again, it had a dying fall.
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odor.✨
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