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Yet I knew all the while there was treachery there, 
For the surface alone was illumined and fair. 
I have seen a gay smile, and beheld a bright eye, 
And mirth seemed in each to be beaming, 
And the light laugh’s wild carol, have heard flitting 
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But knew, ah, too well, ’t was all seeming. 
For that joy-beaming face, and the spirits so gay, 
Concealed a sad heart, where hope shed not a ray. 
