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Dried and Decayed

While you are all alone with no aid
And see lovers in dear embraces,
When your joys are dried and decayed
And nothing seems to go by your senses,
Then will you think about our days together
And onto the bleakest one will hold;
For though saddest, it fared better
Than the calmest you had encountered.
You will then ponder on me, as I do on you,
When rejoices of other's pass your sight
Or when dreams lose their delight,
And will yourself curse or fate for all the woe;
	Then will you come to know what a sick heart is,
	Or a mind gone sour and amiss.