Am I kin to Sorrow, That so oft Falls the knocker of my door — Neither loud nor soft, But as long accustomed, Under Sorrow`s hand? Marigolds around the step And rosemary stand, And then comes Sorrow — And what does Sorrow care For the rosemary Or the marigolds there? Am I kin to Sorrow? Are we kin? That so oft upon my door — Oh, come in!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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