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But from the room I carried none with me.
Denzel Salamon
2:29
If it had gone to thee, I know
4:00
Mine would have taught thine heart to show
3:59
More pity unto me ; but Love, alas !
3:56
At one first blow did shiver it as glass.
2:46
Yet nothing can to nothing fall,
2:40
Nor any place be empty quite;
2:51
Therefore I think my breast hath all
3:16
Those pieces still, though they be not unite ;
2:45
And now, as broken glasses show
3:05