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SELLA.
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Where she was born, they roured her monument.Ere long the current parted and flowed roundThe marble base, forming a little isle,And there the flowers that love the running stream,Iris and orchis, and the cardinal flower,Crowded and hung caressingly aroundThe stone engraved with Sella's honored name.
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