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Weeping Magdalen weeps no more, beautified with pontifical charm
Little Hope
A fluttering thing
Grew from I know not where
Too easily I fear it will disappear
But tonight it keeps me company
Your memory still stings
Scales of one life or the other
For now, there is a little hope
That pain brings a change of heart