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In this abundant earth no doubtIs little room for things worn out:Disdain them, break them, throw them by!And if before the days grew roughWe once were lov’d, us’d — well enough,I think, we’ve far’d, my heart and I.
In this abundant earth no doubtIs little room for things worn out:Disdain them, break them, throw them by!And if before the days grew roughWe once were lov’d, us’d — well enough,I think, we’ve far’d, my heart and I.
