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To Biancha.
AH Biancha! now I see,
It is Noone and past with me:
In a while it will strike one;
Then Biancha, I am gone.
Some effusions let me have,
Offer'd on my holy Grave;
Then, Biancha, let me rest
With my face towards the East.
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