Oh Envy, The Shadow Of The Dark by Peter S. Quinn - May 5, 1999 Oh envy, the shadow of the dark Come not to me and tell me nothing Fore I shall only hear the singing hark As each my pleasure shall onward sing Your clouds be gone from each my steps And pleasures only be in there instead I do not mind each of the spider webs Nor any discomfort from my daily bread All I disgust is what is filled with envy With darkish clouds that fall thereon Fore then those eyes shall not clearly see Clouds are all there without day or a sun I forgive hatred thought and ill said word And have none to tender their cold flame He who tries, has himself, covered with dirt Bestowed on his words: disgrace and shame Peter's Studio

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reg. id	25372
title	Oh Envy, The Shadow Of The Dark
author	Peter S. Quinn
year	May 5, 1999
lang. org.	English
vol. title	Book of May
copyright	Peter S. Quinn

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