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: Onoe I' was pure as the snow, but I fell

I Fell like a snowflake, from heaven to hell

' Tell to be trampleid as filth in the street

Fell to bo 'scoffed at, spit on and bent,

Prayaig, cursing, wishing to die,

; Selling my' soul to whoever would buy, '

I Dealing in shame for a morsel of Lread

Hating the livirfg and fearing the dead.