Those black eyes I once so praisedNow are hard and sharp and coldWhere's the love that through them blazedWhere's the tenderness of old
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Do I hate you No Not hateHate's a word far too intense,Too alive, to speak a stateOf supreme indifference.William Story
When, full of warm and eager love,I clasp you in my fond embrace,You gently push me back and say,Take care, my dear, you'll spoil my lace.
William Story
Speak, History Who are life's victors Unroll thy long annals and sayAre they those whom the world calls the victors, who won the success of a day
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Hate me an hour, and then turn roundAnd love me truly, just one minute.
William Story
The hymn of the low and the humble, the weary, the broken in heart, Who strove and who failed, acting bravely a silent and desperate part.
William Story
Nothing can be sour and sharpAs a love that has decayed --On the loose strings of the harpOnly discord can be made.
William Story
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