Go, give your life and love someone else;
Go, weave for her the homely cloth of bread -
Go, build her roofs against the lashing rain...
Go, keep her warm, secure and fed -
But never, never walk, an April night
Then stop and lean on silver pasture bars -
And, winter dawns, pull down your snug, tight shades
On windows that are frosted up with stars...
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