Carrion Comfort  26439

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  • first line (public domain):
    Not, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee;
    Not untwist – slack they may be – these last strands of man
    In me or, most weary, cry I can no more. I can;
    Can something, hope, wish day come, not choose not to be.
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