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And how my heart did feel that day When all alliance beat upon the crush'd All hope of victory was deftly flush'd By blood and for low price was I betrayed But all in secrecy was soft relayed
Forlorn! The very word is like a bell That sings and haunts with piercing pain and loss Upon the heart and soul. It says farewell: For glassy streams of time do rarely cross
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