I praise the Frenchman, his remark was shrewd 'How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude.' But grant me still a friend in my retreat, To whom I may whisper'Solitude is sweet.'
I praise the Frenchman, his remark was shrewd 'How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude.' But grant me still a friend in my retreat, To whom I may whisper'Solitude is sweet.'
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