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Section 149
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2Where shold this Musick be? I'th aire, or th'earth?
3It sounds no more: and sure it waytes vpon
4Some God o'th' Iland, sitting on a banke,
5Weeping againe the King my Fathers wracke.
6This Musicke crept by me vpon the waters,
7Allaying both their fury, and my passion
8With it's sweet ayre: thence I haue follow'd it