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IV.

She has open'd the door, she has open'd it wide; She sees his pale corse on the plain, Oh! My true love! she cried, and sank down by his side, Never to rise again, Oh!

FOOTNOTES:

[Footnote 139: This second line was originally--"If love it may na be, Oh!"]

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