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Dorothy Parker - Iseult Of Brittany
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So delicate my hands, and long,
  They might have been my pride.
And there were those to make them song
  Who for their touch had died.

Too frail to cup a heart within,
  Too soft to hold the free-
How long these lovely hands have been
  A bitterness to me!
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