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NO MORE.
Heart's brother, hast thou ever known
What meaneth that No more?
And all the bitterness outdrawn,
Close hidden at its core?
What meaneth that No more?
And all the bitterness outdrawn,
Close hidden at its core?
Ah no—draw from it worlds of pain,
And thou wilt surely find
That in that word there doth remain
A bitterer drop behind.
And thou wilt surely find
That in that word there doth remain
A bitterer drop behind.
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