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With the flood to her face and the moist in her hair,
And a mystical stare in her mavelous eyes?
I had call'd to her twice, ‘Come in! come in!
Come out of the storm to the calm within!’
Now, that is the reason I do make complain
That for ever and ever her face should rise,
Facing face to face with her great sad eyes.
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