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Fainter grew the vision, fainter,
And the bright light seemed to cease,
Left the room in fitful darkness
And the woman's soul in peace.
And the bright light seemed to cease,
Left the room in fitful darkness
And the woman's soul in peace.
Ever after through her lifetime,
On her brow there glowed a cross of gold,
Where the angel bent and kissed her
When she vigil kept of old.
On her brow there glowed a cross of gold,
Where the angel bent and kissed her
When she vigil kept of old.
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