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The silver swan, who living had no note,
When death approach'd, unlock'd her silent throat;
Leaning her breast against the reedy shore,
Thus sung her first and last, and sung no more.
Farewell, all joys; O Death, come close mine eyes;
More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise.

-- Orlando Gibbons

This once unremarkable house in the Debden district has taken on a strange beauty at the end of its life.