THE BALLAD OF READING GAOL, by Oscar Wilde

Yet each man kills the thing he loves . . . And alien tears will fill for him, Pity’s long-broken urn, For his mourners will be outcast men, And outcasts always mourn. Oscar Wilde

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Sep 1716 min read

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