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But now revolted, thy rebellious heart
Must palpitate, with guilty terrors throng'd;
Nor dar'st thou, conscious of thy just desert,
Invade those States thy perfidy has wrong'd:
Must palpitate, with guilty terrors throng'd;
Nor dar'st thou, conscious of thy just desert,
Invade those States thy perfidy has wrong'd:
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