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HPHREE weeks passed since I had seen her, Twas with text and village singing I beheld her next,
 * Some disease had vexed ;

And a company our pleasure

To discourse alone ; Gracious now to me as any,

Gracious unto none.

Borne, without dissent of either,

To the parish night ; Of the separated people

Which are out of sight ?

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