When I was born I was so ugly the doctor slapped my mother.
She gave up beauty in her tender youth gave all her hope and joy and pleasant ways she covered up her eyes lest they should gaze on vanity and chose the bitter truth.
Better by far you should forget and smile that you should remember and be sad.
Love shall be our token love be yours and love be mine.
Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth.
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