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Sorrow Was All My Soul; I Scarce Believed, Till Grief Did Tell Me Roundly, That I Lived.
-George Herbert
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Sorrow Was All My Soul; I Scarce

George Herbert
Sorrow Was All My Soul; I Scarce Believed, Till Grief Did Tell Me Roundly, That I Lived.
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Grief
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Sorrow
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