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Epitaph
WHERE is the priestess of this shrine,
And by what place does she adore?
The woodland haunt below the pine
Now hears her whisper evermore.
And by what place does she adore?
The woodland haunt below the pine
Now hears her whisper evermore.
Ah, wrapped in her own beauty now,
She dreams a dream that shall not cease:
Priestess—to her own soul to bow
Is hers, in everlasting peace.
She dreams a dream that shall not cease:
Priestess—to her own soul to bow
Is hers, in everlasting peace.
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