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1  VIII| which far better men than I shed their blood, were being
2    XX|     windows, of an evening, shed their light far and wide,
3    XX|  green when the others have shed their leaves."~ ~They were
4   XXI| words the first tear he had shed appeared in Kárpáthy's eyes.
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