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Riches I hold in light esteem, And love I laugh to scorn; And lust of fame was but a dream That vanish'd with the morn:
And if I pray, the only prayer That moves my lips for me Is, "Leave the heart that now I bear, And give me liberty!"
Yes, as my swift days near their goal, 'Tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, With courage to endure.
Emily Brontė
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