When the eastern morning
Grew bright and red,
Up the first sunbeam
The Angel fled;
Having kiss’d the woman
And left her—dead. SUPERB! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
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When the eastern morning Grew bright and red, Up the first sunbeam The Angel fled; Having kiss’d the woman And left her—dead. SUPERB! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !