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62. Hero.
Woe is me that fall!Woe is me that perish!
Genius tell me, whither shall
I repair for one to cherish
My declining soul, and condole
My distress? Oh pity! yonder
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And then she sigh'd, and then she wept,
And in a passion then she stept aside
In the remorseless waves, and then she died.
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