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Her cheek was pale, for its blush soon pass'd,— Loveliest tints are not those which last; Then again it redden'd, again was gone, Like a rainbow and rose in unison: Her smile was sad, as if nature meant Those lips to live in their own content; But Fate pass'd o’er them her stern decree, And taught them what suffering and sorrow might be: And sang she in sweet but mournful tone, As her heart had the misery it painted known.

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