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Gladly that young heart received him,Which has never loved but one!He seemed true, and I believed him;He was false, and I undone.Since that hour, has reason neverHeld her empire in my brain:Henry fled with him for everFled the wits of Crazy Jane!
Now forlorn, and broken-hearted,Still with frenzied thoughts beset,Near that spot where last we parted,Near that spot where first we met,Thus I chaunt my love-lorn ditty,While I sadly pace the plain;And each passer-by in pitySighs—"God help thee, Crazy Jane!"—
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