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HOME OF THE DUELLIST.
They're sear'd upon her shrinking heart,
That bursts beneath its doom,—
The duel! and the dead!—they haunt
The threshold of her tomb.
That bursts beneath its doom,—
The duel! and the dead!—they haunt
The threshold of her tomb.
Yes, thro' her brief and weary years
That broken heart she bore,
And on her desolated cheek
The smile sat never more.
That broken heart she bore,
And on her desolated cheek
The smile sat never more.
