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I`ll not weep that thou art going to leave me,
There`s nothing lovely here;
And doubly will the dark world grieve me,
While thy heart suffers there.
I`ll not weep, because the summer`s glory
Must always end in gloom;
And, follow out the happiest story--
It closes with a tomb!
And I am weary of the anguish
Increasing winters bear;
Weary to watch the spirit languish
Through years of dead despair.
So, if a tear, when thou art dying,
Should haply fall from me,
It is but that my soul is sighing,
To go and rest with thee.
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