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Into its eyes, until she thought a haze
Rose from their deeps and gather'd in a tear;
And as the day grew nearer and more near
When they must part, her fondness for the beast,
Her fondness and her kindness, still increased.—
She moved beside it both by burn and brake,
And sadly shared with it her oaten cake.
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