I`ll not weep that thou art going to leave me, There`s nothing lovely here; And doubly will the dark world grieve me, While thy heart suffers there. I`ll not weep, because the summer`s glory Must always end in gloom; And, follow out the happiest story— It closes with a tomb! And I am weary of the anguish Increasing winters bear; Weary to watch the spirit languish Through years of dead despair. So, if a tear, when thou art dying, Should haply fall from me, It is but that my soul is sighing, To go and rest with thee.SourceThe script ran 0.002 seconds.
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