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MADRIGAL: 52 by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI

First Line: WO IS ME WOE'S ME WHEN I THINK
Last Line: AND I AM READY TO FALL INFIRM & OUTWORN.
Subject(s): TIME;
Wo is me woe's me when I think
Of my spent years I find not one
Among so many days; not one was mine.
Hopes which betrayed me, vain longing,
Tears, love, fiery glow, & sigh,
For not one mortal affection is longer new to me
Held me fast, & now, I know it, & learn it,
And from goodness & truth ever severed,
Go I forth, from day to day, further;
Ever the shadows grow longer; ever deeper
Sinks for me the sun;
And I am ready to fall infirm & outworn.



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