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I have nothing but my sorrow... And I want nothing more. It has been, it still is, faithful to me. Why should I begrudge it, since during the hours...- When my soul crushed the depths of my heart, it was seated there beside me? O' sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me. 'Ah!' I realize it: Your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart. O' my sorrow,
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