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We held the gates in force,—but in the night
When on our baleful town
The murderous fog sank down,
When moon nor star gave sweet and helpful light,
When on our baleful town
The murderous fog sank down,
When moon nor star gave sweet and helpful light,
Then, through one postern-gate
The silent Shadow crept;
It slew her while she slept;
We seized our weapons...Ah, too late! too late!
The silent Shadow crept;
It slew her while she slept;
We seized our weapons...Ah, too late! too late!
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