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I understand that absinthe makes the tart grow fonder.
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Yea! for our roses fade, the world is wild,But there, beside the altar, there, is rest.
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Better than mortal flowers,Thy moon-kissed roses seem.
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I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
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I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind,Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng.
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I was not sorrowful, but only tiredOf everything that ever I desired.
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The fairest face of all is the face I have not seen.
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O pray the earth enfoldOur life-sick hearts and turn them into dust.
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