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So Tired.

So tired of watching and waiting
 And hoping for happier things;
Pale hands, their own story relating,
 Lie clasped like two folded wings.
  So Tired.

So tired. So weary of toiling
 With always a purpose in view;
So tired, when naught but recoiling
 Comes back to a heart warm and true.
  So Tired.

So tired, when daily come shadows,
 Where only the sunlight should gleam,
With never a walk through green meadows,
 Or a glimpse of life's beautiful dream.
  So Tired.

So tired, heart-hungry, starving,
 So care-hedged, misunderstood:
Yet bravely a bright future carving
 By deeds of the purest and good.
  So Tired.

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