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Upon a board they carried her To the place where four roads met,And I was one among the throngThat hither followed them along, I shall never the sight forget!
They carried her upon a board In the cloaths in which she died;I saw the cap blow off her head,Her face was of a dark dark red Her eyes were starting wide:
I think they could not have been closed So widely did they strain.I never saw so dreadful a sight,And it often made me wake at night, For I saw her face again.
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