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Dorothy Parker - My OwnDorothy Parker - My Own
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Then let them point my every tear,  And let them mock and moan; Another week, another year,  And I`ll be with my own Who slumber now by night and day  In fields of level brown; Whose hearts within their breasts were clay  Before they laid them down.
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