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Then shall thy corse to the tall gibbet hurl'd,
In chains of guilt, for many years to come,
Hang a dire spectacle to all the world
Of giant-crime and an arch-traitor's doom.
In chains of guilt, for many years to come,
Hang a dire spectacle to all the world
Of giant-crime and an arch-traitor's doom.
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