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Why look ye on each other so,
And speak no word?—Ay, shake the head!
She 's gone where ye can never go.
What fear ye from the dead?
They tell no tales; and ye are all true men;—
But wash away that blood; then, home again!
And speak no word?—Ay, shake the head!
She 's gone where ye can never go.
What fear ye from the dead?
They tell no tales; and ye are all true men;—
But wash away that blood; then, home again!
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