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When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate Wishing me like to one more rich in hope Featured like him, like him with friends possessed Desiring this man's art and that man's scope With what I most enjoy contented least Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising Happy I think on thee, and then my state Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth sings hymns at heaven's gate For thy, sweet, love remembered, such, wealth, brings That then I scorn to change, my state, with kings
Writer(s): Pd Traditional, Rufus Wainwright Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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