All That I Had I Brought, Little Enough I Know; A Poor Rhyme Roughly Wrought, A Rose To Match Thy Snow: All That I Had I Brought. Little Enough I Sought: But A Word Compassionate, A Passing Glance, Or Thought, For Me Outside The Gate: Little Enough I Sought. Little Enough I Found: All That You Had, Perchance! With The Dead Leaves On The Ground, I Dance The Devil'S Dance. All That You Had I Found.
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