A Troth, And A Grief, And A Blessing, Disguised Them And Came This Way, And One Was A Promise, And One Was A Doubt, And One Was A Rainy Day. And They Met Betimes With This Maiden, And The Promise It Spake And Lied, And The Doubt It Gibbered And Hugged Itself, And The Rainy Day - She Died.
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