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More discontents I never had
To spend uncounted years of pain,
Pitch here the tent, while the old horse grazes:
There was a Boy, ye knew him well, ye cliffs
Blood of my blood, bone of my bone,
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
At last I entered a long dark gallery,
No, mother, I am not sad: