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The Way Of The World
By Henry Lawson
When fairer faces turn from me,
And gayer friends grow cold,
And I have lost through poverty
The friendship bought with gold;
When I have served the selfish turn
Of some all-worldly few,
And Folly痴 lamps have ceased to burn,
Then I値l come back to you.
When my admirers find I知 not
The rising star they thought,
And praise or blame is all forgot
My early promise brought;
When brighter rivals lead a host
Where once I led a few,
And kinder times reward their boast,
Then I値l come back to you.
You loved me, not for what I had
Or what I might have been,
You saw the good, but not the bad,
Was kind, for that between.
I know that you値l forgive again,
That you will judge me true;
I値l be too tired to explain
When I come back to you.
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