There's many and many, and not so far,
is willing to dry my tear away;
There's many to tell me what you are,
And never a lie to all they say.
It's little the good to hide my head,
It's never the use to bar my door;
There's meny as counts the tears I shed,
There's mourning hearts for my hear is sore.
There's honester eyes than your blue eyes,
There's better a mile than such as you.
But when did I say That I was wise,
And when did I hope that you were true?
-Dorothy Parker
What better time than Twilight; to read Poetry especially by Mrs. Parker. :)
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