Marriage By Knives
Unscrupulous ties of marriage by knives,
And a face that begot the sun,
All time and fate doth mingle late
Till resting sorrow come,
The mind
Once stretched
And muddled
And tetched,
Shall in its mourning see
That in the end, we all as one
Will in our coffins be.
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