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Have you seen Angelique,

What way she went?

A white robe she wore;

A flickering light near spent

Her pale hand bore.

Have you seen Angelique?

Will she know the place

Dead feet must find,

The grave-cloth on her face

To make her blind?

Have you seen Angelique. .

At night I hear her moan,

And I shiver in my bed;

She wanders all alone,

She cannot find the dead.

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