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I am a girl who did little wrong.
I courted loneliness to be my lover.
I spoke in tongues to insenible rocks, pretending
Only I their natures could discover.
each of us wishes more than the world can offer.
The hermit his coffin, the prince his princely coffer.
To thirst for solitude while the carnival rages
Is the curse of fools or the saintly goal of sages.
neither a simpleton nor a saint, I suffer
The attention of my coldly unvarying lover

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=====================G.M. Mirror-Mirror