[You stopped just short of the highest note.]

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You stopped just short of the highest note.

Read past the signs crowding your page.

I prepare for pain when I start my day.

When she awakes, the world is her stage.

When he stirs her fancy, I spell despair.

Quick, her eyelashes can work up a rage.

It’s spring! There’s a sting in old wounds.

Love tightens her grip: youth vexes age.

A hundred loves lie buried in your heart.

Ghalib, why dig this quarry? You are a sage.