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he gaz'd into the fresh-thrown mould, as thoughOne glance did fully all its secrets tell;Clearly she saw, as other eyes would knowPale limbs at bottom of a crystal well;Upon the murderous spot she seem'd to grow,Like to a native lily of the dell:Then with her knife, all sudden, she beganTo dig more fervently than misers can.
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