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Oh! how my soul was troubled!
There was a strange persuasion in his voice,
That all but conquered me; yet felt I, too,
It was the goddess spake through it, not he:
And thus I cried, “hating or loving me,
Come now, or thou returnest nevermore.”
There was a strange persuasion in his voice,
That all but conquered me; yet felt I, too,
It was the goddess spake through it, not he:
And thus I cried, “hating or loving me,
Come now, or thou returnest nevermore.”
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