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Four gray walls, and four gray towers Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott.
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She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces thro' the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot.
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For ere she reached upon the tide The first house by the water-side, Singing in her song she died, The Lady of Shalott.
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