My praise is light and unweighted,
In loss along with wine did it submerge;
And so, when I come out of my grave,
To them in man, all this is bitter with the steels of itself,
but, at least, thine night,
'Tis day!
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My praise is light and unweighted,
In loss along with wine did it submerge;
And so, when I come out of my grave,
To them in man, all this is bitter with the steels of itself,
but, at least, thine night,
'Tis day!