And you will pine
Away
And you will pine
Away
Swollen the feet
That trod all
Afternoon
Disheveled the hair
That sweated through
The night:
Weary-sleep the eyes
That
Through the sunset
Slept:
And now
Now that it be dusk
You will pine away
You will pine away.
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