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Sweet is the [[deletion]] [[unclear]] [[/deletion]] [[addition]] meed [[/addition]] that waits his laurell'd Bier,-- 'Tis valor's hope--'tis honor's praise sincere, 'Tis friendship's [[underline]] manly sigh--& gentle [[/underline]] beauty's tear. Just to hint a fault & hesitate dislike Willing so [[underline]] hurt, & yet afraid to strike [[/underline]] I am become the sport of every Wind that blows across [[underline]] the Wilderness [[/underline]] of my life. His abilities belonged to that inferior order which can brook an alliance with profligacy of principle-- Had we never loved so kindly Had we never loved so blindly Never met or never parted We had ne'er been broken hearted. Burns
