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A Canker In The Heart

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I made a bitter song     When I was a boy,     About a girl     With hot earth-coloured hair,     Who lived with me     And left me.     I made a sour song     On her marriage-day,     That ever his kisses     Would be ghosts of mine,     And ever the measure     Of his halting love     Flow to my music.     It was a silly song,     Dear wife with cool black hair,     And yet when I recall     (At night with you asleep)     That once you gave yourself     Before we met,     I do not quite well know     What song to make.     From the Burmese (nineteenth century) ( by Asmapur).

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