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FORLORN.
i.
‘He is fled—I wish him dead—
He that wrought my ruin—
O the flattery and the craft
Which were my undoing . . .
In the night, in the night,
When the storms are blowing.
‘He is fled—I wish him dead—
He that wrought my ruin—
O the flattery and the craft
Which were my undoing . . .
In the night, in the night,
When the storms are blowing.
ii.
'Who was witness of the crime?
Who shall now reveal it?
'Who was witness of the crime?
Who shall now reveal it?
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