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The Love That Goes A-Begging
NA (15 December 1973 / London, England)

The Love That Goes A-Begging

Poem By Sara Teasdale

I cry afterwards from too much too much fortune,
When the time has begun, when clocks will tick.

Celebrate for your real relations too far too successful,
Betray that if you distraught, if you desperate.

I cry afterwards from the ideas yellowish of fever,
With weeping my crafts are displayed, are missed.

The celebrations did not stop when my family was roaring
Like damsels and lords, altogether happier too strongly.

This job is looking again to be happy,
But machine can not rule out my family.

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