This, this indeed is to be accursed, For if we mortals love, or if we sing, We count our joys not by what we have, But b — Paul Laurence Dunbar
This, this indeed is to be accursed, For if we mortals love, or if we sing, We count our joys not by what we have, But b — Paul Laurence Dunbar
This, this indeed is to be accursed, For if we mortals love, or if we sing, We count our joys not by what we have, But b — Paul Laurence Dunbar
This, this indeed is to be accursed, For if we mortals love, or if we sing, We count our joys not by what we have, But b — Paul Laurence Dunbar
This, this indeed is to be accursed, For if we mortals love, or if we sing, We count our joys not by what we have, But b — Paul Laurence Dunbar
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This, this indeed is to be accursed, For if we mortals love, or if we sing, We count our joys not by what we have, But by what kept us from that perfect thing.

— Paul Laurence Dunbar
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