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This sad lament was given, when o'er,
(Perhaps satirical) an encore:
And then he arose again, to tell
In softer accents, with feeling rife,
How a chief, by students he loved o'er well
Was borne to the bed of vanished life:
(Perhaps satirical) an encore:
And then he arose again, to tell
In softer accents, with feeling rife,
How a chief, by students he loved o'er well
Was borne to the bed of vanished life:
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