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"Petrarch is again in sight"
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You who hear the sound, in scattered rhymes,
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of those sighs on which I fed my heart,
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in my first vagrant youthfulness,
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when I was partly other than I am,
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I hope to find pity, and forgiveness,
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for all the modes in which I talk and weep,
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between vain hope and vain sadness,
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in those who understand love through its trials.
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Yet I see clearly now I have become
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an old tale amongst all these people, so that
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it often makes me ashamed of myself;
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and shame is the fruit of my vanities,
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and remorse, and the clearest knowledge
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of how the world's delight is a brief dream.