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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.