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He laughs, but he is sick at heart;
He swears, but he turns deadly pale;
His restless eye and sudden start,—
They tell the dreadful tale
That will be told: it needs no words from thee,
Thou self-sold slave to fear and misery.
He swears, but he turns deadly pale;
His restless eye and sudden start,—
They tell the dreadful tale
That will be told: it needs no words from thee,
Thou self-sold slave to fear and misery.
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