The More Loving One

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Looking up at the stars, I know quite well that,
For all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least,
We have to dread from man or beast.

How should we like it were stars to burn,
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.

Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them,
Say I missed one terribly all day.

Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky,
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.

-anon.
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