Jul 25, 2005 12:36
I heed not that my earthly lot
hath little of Earth in it-
That years of love have been forgot
In the hatred of a minute
I mourn not that the desolate
Are happier, sweet, than I,
But that you sorrow for my fate
Who am a passer-by
You'll understand someday.
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