letra de stanzas - charlotte bronte - ghizela rowe
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i’ll not weep that thou art going to leave me
there’s nothing lovely here;
and doubly will the dark world grieve me
while thy heart suffers there
i’ll not weep, because the summer’s glory
must always end in gloom;
and, follow out the happiest story—
it closes with a tomb!
and i am weary of the anguish
increasing winters bear;
weary to watch the spirit languish
through years of dead despair
so, if a tear, when thou art dying
should haply fall from me
it is but that my soul is sighing
to go and rest with thee
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