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1   XII|     fall~To her, for her, he mourns, he calls, he cries;~The
2 XVIII|    Let no strange voice that mourns or sweetly sings,~Nor beauty,
3 XVIII| heart upflies,~She sobs, she mourns, it is great ruth to hear;~

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