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All that I had I brought,    Little enough I know; A poor rhyme roughly wrought,    A rose to match thy snow: All that I had I brought.

Little enough I sought:    But a word compassionate, A passing glance, or thought,    For me outside the gate: Little enough I sought.

Little enough I found:    All that you had, perchance! With the dead leaves on the ground,    I dance the devil’s dance. All that you had I found.

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