February 2012
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I am tired of tears and laughter Or what may come hereafter I am weary of days and hours Desires, dreams and powers Although it makes me weep It is you I wanna keep
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What’s it to me that you are sage? Be beautiful! and be sad! Tears Add a charm to the countenance As a stream does to a landscape; Storms make the flowers fresh again. I love you most of all when joy Flees from your oppressed brow, When your heart is drowned in horror, When the frightful cloud of the Past Is spread out over your Present.