Ryderphone
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Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory—...
Away, away, from men and towns,
To the wild wood and the downs, -
To the silent wilderness,
Where the soul need not repress
Its musi…
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory—...
Away, away, from men and towns,
To the wild wood and the downs, -
To the silent wilderness,
Where the soul need not repress
Its musi…