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“Away,” cried Jasper, “hence—away;
'Tis vain for thee to talk, thy words
Are human, and thy voice affords
A comfort; yet speed hence, and stay
The death which now is on its way.
Proclaim all we have sworn, a lie.”
'Tis vain for thee to talk, thy words
Are human, and thy voice affords
A comfort; yet speed hence, and stay
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Proclaim all we have sworn, a lie.”
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