They say my verse is sad no wonder Its narrow measure spans Tears of eternity, and sorrow, Not mine. but man's.
They say my verse is sad no wonder Its narrow measure spans Tears of eternity, and sorrow, Not mine. but man's.
The troubles of our proud and angry dust are from eternity, and shall not fail. Bear them we can, and if we can we must. Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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