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Our Sorrow

Your sorrow died,
And you buried it;
And then you dried
Your tears
As you went your way
Forgetting it:
While mine lives through the years.
Men understood your sorrow
Because it died,
And pitied your tears,
Which you have dried;
But they leer at my sorrow
And sneer,
Because it lives through the years.

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