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 * Tread lightly, she is near
 * Under arcane snow,
 * Speak gently, she can hear
 * Where daisies won’t grow.
 * Her one bright golden hair
 * Tarnished with rust,
 * She that was young and fair
 * Fallen to dust.
 * Rest lily white as snow,
 * She hardly knew
 * She was a woman, so
 * Vengeful she grew.
 * Regret heavy as stone,
 * Lie on her breast;
 * That she's not atoned,
 * She is at rest.
 * Peace, peace; that she cannot hear
 * Through song or sonnet;
 * Unmarked graves buried here,
 * And heaped earth upon it.