Go I must along my ways Though my heart be ragged, Dripping bitter through the days, Festering, and jagged. Smile I must at every twinge, Kiss, to time its throbbing; He that tears a heart to fringe Hates the noise of sobbing. Weep, my love, till Heaven hears; Curse and moan and languish. While I wash your wound with tears, Ease aloud your anguish. Bellow of the pit in Hell Where you`re made to linger. There and there and well and well- Did he prick his finger!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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