An Epitaph

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 Here lies a most beautiful lady, 
Light of step and heart was she; 
I think she was the most beautiful lady 
That ever was in the West Country.
But beauty vanishes, beauty passes; However rare -- rare it be; And when I crumble,who will remember This lady of the West Country.

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