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148 sweet William's ghost.
No more the ghost to Margaret said,
But, with a grievous groan, Evanish'd in a cloud of mist,
And left her all alone.
" 0 stay, my only true love, stay," The constant Margaret cried:
•Wan grew her cheeks, she closed her een, Stretch'd her soft limbs, and died. |
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