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Thy spirits have a fainter flow,
I see thee daily weaker grow--
'Twas my
distress
that brought thee low,
My Mary!
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Thy spirits have a fainter flow,
I see thee daily weaker grow--
'Twas my
distress
that brought thee low,
My Mary!
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