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Re: at this point of my life (Re: ابوبكر على)
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Art thou pale for weariness
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless Among the stars that have a different birth, And ever changing, like a joyless eye That finds no object worth its constancy?
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