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0.046 apart. A smaller distance means the lines are built more alike.

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The Forsaken Wife

by Elizabeth Thomas

0.6648 − 0.5506i

Drawing the boundary…

When you're away, I'm restless, lonely

by Samuel Hoffenstein

0.6226 − 0.5681i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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The Forsaken Wife

by Elizabeth Thomas

Methinks, ’tis strange you can’t afford
One pitying look, one parting word;
Humanity claims this as due,
But what’s humanity to you?

Cruel man! I am not blind,
Your infidelity I find;
Your want of love my ruin shows,
My broken heart, your broken vows.
Yet maugre all your rigid hate,
I will be true in spite of fate;
And one preeminence I’ll claim,
To be for ever still the same.

Show me a man that dare be true,
That dares to suffer what I do;
That can for ever sigh unheard,
And ever love without regard:
I then will own your prior claim
To love, to honour, and to fame;
But till that time, my dear, adieu,
I yet superior am to you.

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