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The strangest pain of all

Is when you realize

That the end’s not the fall

But the smiles and the lies;

The oldest, deepest pain

Is the one of the heart,

The one that leaves a stain

Nevermore to depart;

The grandest pain there is

Is the soft, little prick

That Time, and all that’s His,

Sow with each tick and trick;

But the one that I fear

Is the pain of the start,

The one that grows so near

Yet, in which I’ve no part…

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The one I shall not feel.