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I shall not sing again of love—
I weary of the old unrest.
(But like a hangman, Love has set
His crimson emblem on my breast;

But like a hangman, Love has placed
His crimson seal my heart above)—
Yea, I am wearied with old pain:
I shall not sing again of love.
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