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The Sorrows of Charlotte
by Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt (1836-1919)

The Sorrows of Werther, that is the Book,
   Little girl of mine. Will I show you what
His sorrows were like? Such a brown-eyed look
   Could hardly see. Never mind, they were not
Such sorrows, I fancy as yours or mine,
But such as in pictures look so fine,
   And such as can end

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