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HOME OF THE DUELLIST.
They're sear'd upon her shrinking heart,  That bursts beneath its doom,— The duel! and the dead!—they haunt The threshold of her tomb.
Yes, thro' her brief and weary years  That broken heart she bore, And on her desolated cheek  The smile sat never more.
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