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| I had this thought a while ago, | | ‘My darling cannot understand | | What I have done, or what would do | | In
this blind bitter land.’ | | | | | | And I grew weary of the sun | | Until my thoughts cleared up again, | | Remembering
that the best I have done | | Was done to make it plain; | | | | | | That every year I have cried, ‘At length | | My darling
understands it all, | | Because I have come into my strength, | | And words obey my call’; | | | | | | That had she done
so who can say | | What would have shaken from the sieve? | | I might have thrown poor words away | | And
been content to live. |
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By PanEris
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