Absence
In my Lucia’s absence
Life hangs upon me, and becomes a burden; I am ten times undone, while hope, and fear, and grief, and rage and love rise up at once, And with variety of pain distract me. Addisoon
O thou who dost inhabit in my breast,
Leave not the mansion, so long tenantless;
Lest growing ruinous the building fall,
And leave no memory of what it was. Shakespeare
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