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Rich and rare were the gems she wore, And a b

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Rich and rare were the gems she wore,
And a bright gold ring on her hand she bore.

With what a deep devotedness of woe I wept th

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With what a deep devotedness of woe
I wept thy absence - o'er and o'er again
Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain,
And memory, like a drop that, night and day,
Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away!

Peace to each manly soul that sleepeth; Rest

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Peace to each manly soul that sleepeth;
Rest to each faithful eye that weepeth...

With what a deep devotedness of woe I wept th

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With what a deep devotedness of woe
I wept thy absence - o'er and o'er again
Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain,
And memory, like a drop that, night and day,
Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away!

With what a deep devotedness of woe I wept th

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With what a deep devotedness of woe
I wept thy absence - o'er and o'er again
Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain,
And memory, like a drop that, night and day,
Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away!

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