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 Convalescent by Dorothy Parker 
						How shall I wail, that wasn't meant for weeping?Love has run and left me, oh, what then?
 Dream, then, I must, who never can be sleeping;
 What if I should meet Love, once again?
 
 What if I met him, walking on the highway?
 Let him see how lightly I should care.
 He'd travel his way, I would follow my way;
 Hum a little song, and pass him there.
 
 What if at night, beneath a sky of ashes,
 He should seek my doorstep, pale with need?
 There could he lie, and dry would be my lashes;
 Let him stop his noise, and let me read.
 
 Oh, but I'm gay, that's better off without him;
 Would he'd come and see me, laughing here.
 Lord! Don't I know I'd have my arms about him,
 Crying to him, "Oh, come in, my dear!"
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