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As the earth does weepthe sun being set
Each flower moistenedlike a melting eye
I have deserved all toungesto speak their bitterness over me
The lake of my treasures darkenbeing blown with the wind
Her circled eyeenforced by sympathyof those fair sunsset in her mistress skywho in a salt-waved oceanquence their lightwhich makes the maid weeplike the dewy night
Grief dallied withno law nor limit knowsdeep woes roll silentlike gentle wind
Behold the thornshidden under each rose
Distress like dumps whentime is kept with tears
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