Song
Fierce roars the midnight storm O'er the wild mountain, Dark clouds the night deform, Swift rolls the fountain-- See! o'er yon rocky height, Dim mists...
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Fierce roars the midnight storm O'er the wild mountain, Dark clouds the night deform, Swift rolls the fountain-- See! o'er yon rocky height, Dim mists are flying-- See by the moon's pale light, Poor Laura's dying! Shame and remorse shall howl, By her false pillow-- Fiercer than storms that roll, O'er the white billow; No hand her eyes to close, When life is flying, But she will find repose, For Laura's dying!…
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