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XIX
Her head sank lower still: her hair,Her heavy hair, great skeins of gold,
Hung loosened, heedless, fold on fold,
As if she cared not, could not care;
She tried to speak but nothing said;
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Step back a pace and shudder, start,
The while she slowly moved her head,
As if to say; but nothing said.
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