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Paul Laurence Dunbar - Parted
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SHE wrapped her soul in a lace of lies,
With a prime deceit to pin it;
And I thought I was gaining a fearsome prize,
So I staked my soul to win it.
We wed and parted on her complaint,
And both were a bit of barter,
Tho` I`ll confess that I`m no saint,
I`ll swear that she`s no martyr.
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