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Oh, oh, --
King, king, how shall I beweep thee?
From friendly soul whatever say?
Thou liest where webs of the spider o'ersweep thee
In impious death, life breathing away.
O me -- me!
This couch, not free.
By a slavish death subdued thou art,
From the hand, by the two-edged dart.
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