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He saw that it was an ironical thing for him to be running thus toward that which he had been at such pains to avoid.

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Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind.Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky And the affrighted steed ran on alone, Do not weep.War is kind...more

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When the suicide arrived at the sky, the people there asked him: "Why?" He replied: "Because no one admired me.

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Tell her thisAnd more,—That the king of the seasWeeps too, old, helpless man.The bustling fatesHeap his hands with corpsesUntil he stands like a child...more