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She sits beside the window. All who pass / Turn once again to gaze on her sweet face. / She is so fair; but soon, too soon, alas, / To lie down in her last low resting place.
No gems are brighter than her sparkling eyes. / Her brow like polished marble, white and fair -- / Her cheeks as glowing as the sunset skies -- / You would not dream that death was lurking there.