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's woe. When a dirge did rise to Her skylit eye From the lone winter's colde They fear'd that the wolf was nigh Awakened its Majestie of olde Nights
s woe. When a dirge did rise to Her skylit eye From the lone winter's colde They fear'd that the wolf was nigh Awakened its Majestie of olde Nights