Dorothy Parker - ConvalescentDorothy Parker - Convalescent
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How shall I wail, that wasn`t meant for weeping?
Love has run and left me, oh, what then?
Dream, then, I must, who never can be sleeping;
What if I should meet Love, once again?
What if I met him, walking on the highway?
Let him see how lightly I should care.
He`d travel his way, I would follow my way;
Hum a little song, and pass him there.
What if at night, beneath a sky of ashes,
He should seek my doorstep, pale with need?
There could he lie, and dry would be my lashes;
Let him stop his noise, and let me read.
Oh, but I`m gay, that`s better off without him;
Would he`d come and see me, laughing here.
Lord! Don`t I know I`d have my arms about him,
Crying to him, "Oh, come in, my dear!"
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