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Letitia Elizabeth Landon - I'm weary, I'm weary. Oh!...

I'm weary, I'm weary. Oh! pleasure is pain
When its spell has been broken again and again.
I am weary of smiles that are bought and are sold,
I am weary of beauty whose fetters are gold,
I am weary of wealth-what makes it of me
But that which the basest and lowest might be? (Letitia Elizabeth Landon)

I'm weary, I'm weary. Oh! pleasure is pain When its spell has been broken again and again. I am weary of smiles that are bought and are sold, I am weary of beauty whose fetters are gold, I am weary of wealth-what makes it of me But that which the basest and lowest might be?

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

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