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| To Dispel Sorrow |
| When world and fate Conspire to mark Your life with lines And characters dark, Mold a tablet Of earth and clay, Write on it all You would cast away-- All you regret, All that you bear, All that effects you, All that you fear-- Break it and bury it In the ground, Saying this charm To heal the wound: Sorrow be dust And dust dissolve; Let all my grief Go into this grave. |