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When, kill'd with grief, Amyntas lies;
And you to mind shall call,
The fighs that now unpitied rise,
The tears that vainly fall:
That welcome hour that ends this smart,
Will then begin your pain;
For such a faithful tender heart
Can never break in vain.

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