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Some while the widow sat without a word—
Although her breast with much unrest was stirr'd—
Brooding, with downcast eyes and thoughtful brow,
Between her soul's salvation and her cow;
And when she spoke 'twas with a sigh:—
Although her breast with much unrest was stirr'd—
Brooding, with downcast eyes and thoughtful brow,
Between her soul's salvation and her cow;
And when she spoke 'twas with a sigh:—
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