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The sky-like girl that we knew!
She dressed herself to go to the fair
In a dress of white and blue;

A white lace cap, and ribbons white
She wore in her hair;
—She does not hear in the night

Her mother crying for her, where
Down, deep, in the sea,
She rolls, and lingers, to and fro,

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