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Joseph Skipsey

Joseph Skipsey

The Stars Are Twinkling

THE stars are twinkling in the sky,
     As to the pit I go;
I think not of the sheen on high,
     But of the gloom below.
 
Not rest nor peace, but toil and strife,
     Do there the soul enthral;
And turn the precious cup of life
     Into a cup of gall.

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