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Rh But all my mine exploded — Came there a tale so base; You for the pseudo hero ! Dark grew your pictured face. You to be living vilely, Hampered with hidden sin ! — Send me a full denial, That I may your victory win. True ! and you cannot help me, Cannot explain the thing ? Will not come near from henceforth, Lest you the taint should bring ? I must forgive, renounce you, Leave you to go your way ? That your reply, my brother ? Woe on this evil day !