Sunday, December 9, 2018

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I'll not beweep my state of being an outcast wretch, O Poverty!
Nor my decaying form has but past woe's deceased frame;
Lost in the twilight 'gainst the mirror of thine eye, my love,
Of transient nature's eclipsed doom to bloody tyrant time;
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