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вАЬI Heed Not That My Earthly LotвАЭ
I heed not that my earthly lot
HathвБ†вАФlittle of Earth in itвБ†вАФ
That years of love have been forgot
In the hatred of a minute:вБ†вАФ
I mourn not that the desolate
Are happier, sweet, than I,
But that you sorrow for my fate
Who am a passer-by.