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Sara Teasdale - Buried Love
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I shall bury my weary Love 
Beneath a tree, 
In the forest tall and black 
Where none can see.

I shall put no flowers at his head, 
Nor stone at his feet, 
For the mouth I loved so much 
Was bittersweet.

I shall go no more to his grave, 
For the woods are cold. 
I shall gather as much of joy 
As my hands can hold.

I shall stay all day in the sun 
Where the wide winds blow, 
But oh, I shall weep at night 
When none will know.
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