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PARTED by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR

First Line: SHE WRAPPED HER SOUL IN A LACE OF LIES
Last Line: I'LL SWEAR THAT SHE'S NO MARTYR.
Subject(s): ABSENCE; SEPARATION; ISOLATION;
SHE wrapped her soul in a lace of lies,
With a prime deceit to pin it;
And I thought I was gaining a fearsome prize,
So I staked my soul to win it.

We wed and parted on her complaint,
And both were a bit of barter,
Tho' I'll confess that I'm no saint,
I'll swear that she's no martyr.



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