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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=513828" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Corn Grinders</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O little mouse, why dost thou cry <br>While merry stars laugh in the sky? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Alas! alas! my lord is dead! <br>Ah, who will ease my bitter pain? <br>He went to seek a millet-grain <br>In the rich farmer's granary shed; <br>They caught him in a baited snare, <br>And slew my lover unaware: <br>Alas! alas! my lord is dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>O little deer, why dost thou moan, <br>Hid in thy forest-bower alone?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Alas! alas! my lord is dead! <br>Ah! who will quiet my lament?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>At fall of eventide he went <br>To drink beside the river-head; <br>A waiting hunter threw his dart, <br>And struck my lover through the heart. <br>Alas! alas! my lord is dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>O little bride, why dost thou weep <br>With all the happy world asleep? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Alas! alas! my lord is dead! <br>Ah, who will stay these hungry tears, <br>Or still the want of famished years, <br>And crown with love my marriage-bed? <br>My soul burns with the quenchless fire <br>That lit my lover's funeral pyre: <br>Alas! alas! my lord is dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sarojini+Naidu">Sarojini Naidu</a><div class=q>
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Ah, who will ease my bitter pain? 
He went to seek a millet-grain 
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They caught him in a baited snare, 
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