Remind me yet why woe must cling,
For that which stirs thee not a whit,
For even night doth sharpen its sting,
As though mere hardships were not fit.

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Remind me yet why woe must cling,
For that which stirs thee not a whit,
For even night doth sharpen its sting,
As though mere hardships were not fit.

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