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a new way of looking at... writings >> esmer olvera >> faltering |
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Even though you say you speak of the truth If you are a liar this is uncouth For beneath you have hid the hidden youth Until outward the pain of thither root Unto me the pain do you hither shoot As if this pain were to come of this brute To making of this friendship but minute Last that you see me do you a favor Our own friendship will but only quaver Bitterness will be but my own savior If you can see the grievance in my eye And yet have the heart to make this hate fly Then beneath this false truth true hate does lie. |