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Hermione, thine was a " Winter's Tale, "
Chill winds of foul suspicion did prevail;
Thou, ever blameless,
Overborne by blame,
Thou, never shameless,
Crucified by shame.
Hermione, we weep thy hapless fate,
So swiftly sentenced,
Justified so late!
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