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Percy Bysshe Shelley

We – are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar; Such difference without discord, as can make Those sweetest sounds, in which all spirits shake As trembling leaves in a continuous air? —  Percy Bysshe Shelley, from “Epipsychidion.” (1821) Advertisements

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