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I Praise My Nativity

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Darker Moods
SectionPoetry for Friends

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Oh, evil the day that I was born, like a tale that a witch has told;I came to birth on a bitter morn, when the sky was dim and cold.The god that girds the loins of Fate and sends the nighttime rain,He diced my game on an iron plate with dice carved out of pain.

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