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Be Not Sad
Be not sad because all men
Prefer a lying clamour before you: Sweetheart, be at peace again -- - Can they dishonour you? They are sadder than all tears; Their lives ascend as a continual sigh. Proudly answer to their tears: As they deny, deny.
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Date: 16 August, 2008 2008 Copyright PoetryCraze.com. |