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Now I have left my loving. Fearful rift
Of heart is sewn, an angry scar is left.
Immune to aches. I, in life adrift,
Am sinking, by some power floating kept

Alive. Ah! wonder in my loneliness.
What wistful hope has kept me thus afloat,
For further painful lashes and distress?
I think of it and rub my tender throat.

And fearful fearful ask my hopeless hopes,
To leave me to my sinking, let me cease,
To let me keep on rolling down the slopes
Of restful restful ease. Let me please

Embark upon the journey of no tears ,
Which peaceful peaceful to my eye appears.

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