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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506461" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In The Character Of A Ruined Farmer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tune - &quot;Go from my window, Love, do.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun he is sunk in the west,<br>All creatures retired to rest,<br>While here I sit, all sore beset,<br>With sorrow, grief, and woe:<br>And it's O, fickle Fortune, O!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The prosperous man is asleep,<br>Nor hears how the whirlwinds sweep;<br>But Misery and I must watch<br>The surly tempest blow:<br>And it's O, fickle Fortune, O!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There lies the dear partner of my breast;<br>Her cares for a moment at rest:<br>Must I see thee, my youthful pride,<br>Thus brought so very low!<br>And it's O, fickle Fortune, O!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There lie my sweet babies in her arms;<br>No anxious fear their little hearts alarms;<br>But for their sake my heart does ache,<br>With many a bitter throe:<br>And it's O, fickle Fortune, O!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I once was by Fortune carest:<br>I once could relieve the distrest:<br>Now life's poor support, hardly earn'd<br>My fate will scarce bestow:<br>And it's O, fickle Fortune, O!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No comfort, no comfort I have!<br>How welcome to me were the grave!<br>But then my wife and children dear-<br>O, wither would they go!<br>And it's O, fickle Fortune, O!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O whither, O whither shall I turn!<br>All friendless, forsaken, forlorn!<br>For, in this world, Rest or Peace<br>I never more shall know!<br>And it's O, fickle Fortune, O!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Burns">Robert Burns</a><div class=q>
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The sun he is sunk in the west,
All creatures retired to rest,
While here I sit, all sore beset,
With sorrow, grief, and woe:
And it's O, fickle Fortune, O!

The prosperous man is asleep,
Nor hears ..."></div>
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