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In what garden of error Is there greater despair Than the substitute For love's pure bloom? ... Which is the open wound In an immovable ground That makes of love's a weed To depart while it bleeds? ... The lie is disclosed, Defrauded-exposed... The diamond-only glass Which falls from truth-then cracks... False love-fly from me! Or I will run away from thee, While the surface blistered still, My broken dream-I cannot heal! ... Silent lie- perish and be gone, Much of life is yet condone, When from past shall present borrow, This burden shall weigh less of sorrow...