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QU'IL MOURUT.
Not a sob, not a tear be spent
For those who fell at his side—
But a moan and a long lament
For him—who might have died!
For those who fell at his side—
But a moan and a long lament
For him—who might have died!
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Who might have lain, as Harold lay,
A King, and in state enow—
Or slept with his peers, like Roland
In the Straits of Roncesvaux.
A King, and in state enow—
Or slept with his peers, like Roland
In the Straits of Roncesvaux.
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