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1272

So proud she was to die
It made us all ashamed
That what we cherished, so unknown
To her desire seemed—
So satisfied to go
Where none of us should be
Immediately—that Anguish stooped
Almost to Jealousy—

Edited by Peter Carter

Added: 2 Apr 2003 | Last Read: 7 Jan 2009 6:43 PM | Viewed: 5297 times

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