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Oh! cast my dust away from thee, and doff Thy cloak of sycophancy and like stuff:
 * I'm but a shadow on the sandy waste,—

Enough of thy duplicity, enough!

Behold! the Veil that hid thy soul is torn And all thy secrets on the winds are borne:
 * The hand of Sin has written on thy face

"Awake, for these untimely furrows warn!"