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Where We Differ

To think my thoughts are hers,
Not one of hers is mine;
She laughs—while I must sigh;
She sighs—while I must whine.
 
She eats—while I must fast;
She reads—while I am blind;
She sleeps—while I must wake;
Free—I no freedom find.
 
To think the world for me
Contains but her alone,
And that her eyes prefer
Some ribbon, scarf, or stone.
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