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THE MASTER SINGER.
UncategorizedTHE MASTER SINGER.
485.4
Things loved once overmuch he made us hate,
He turned our veriest weed into a rose,
Taught us to weep at laughter, laugh at fate
Touched us to love or sorrow as he chose.
And waywardly, at his imperious whim,
The…