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He Had Kept The Whiteness Of His Soul, And Thus Men O'er Him Wept.
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He had kept
The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him wept.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
-- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii, Stanza 57
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