The More Loving One
Looking up at the stars, I know quite wellThat, for all they care, I can go to hell, But on earth indifference is the leastWe have to dread from man or beast.
How should we like it were stars to burnWith a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me.
Admirer as I think I amOf stars that do not give a damn,I cannot, now I see…
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