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Young Man's Song
| ‘She will change,’ I cried, | | ‘Into a withered crone.’ | | The heart in my side, | | That so still had lain, | | In noble
rage replied | | And beat upon the bone: | | | | | | ‘Uplift those eyes and throw | | Those glances unafraid: | | She would
as bravely show | | Did all the fabric fade; | | No withered crone I saw | | Before the world was made.’ | | | | | | Abashed
by that report, | | For the heart cannot lie, | | I knelt in the dirt. | | And all shall bend the knee | | To my offended
heart | | Until it pardon me. |
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By PanEris
using Melati.
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