If wild my breast and sore my pride,
I bask in dreams of suicide,
If cool my heart and high my head
I think “How lucky are the dead.“
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"If wild my breast and sore my pride,
I bask in dreams of suicide,
If cool my heart and high my head
I think “How lucky are the dead.“ "
I bask in dreams of suicide,
If cool my heart and high my head
I think “How lucky are the dead.“ "