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Fault

Sara Teasdale

They came to tell your faults to me,
They named them over one by one;
I laughed aloud when they were done,
I knew them all so well before,-
Oh, they were blind, too blind to see
Your faults had made me love you more.

(C) Sara Teasdale
01/01/2000


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