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Another one more morrow wakes
And whom shall die today ?
All such sadness , within thy view -
Excruicating wae !
Today , shall long the hours bide
As yesteryear hath bid our due ;
Moment’s breath upon us wanes -
To which of that is Sanity’s rue !
Too many days and nights inane
Without Edenic’s love to hold ,
What’s the worth of breathing’s ain -
When kisses now art cold .
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