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What do I care though you be wise? / Be sad, be beautiful; your tears / But add one more charm to your eyes, / As streams to valleys where they rise; / And fairer every flower appears
After the storm. I love you most / When joy has fled your brow downcast; / When your heart is in horror lost, / And o'er your present like a ghost / Floats the dark shadow of the past.