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Trifles - Agony in every atom of our being
Trifles - The pearl is used to the ways of the sea
Trifles - The reed-pen, being hollow, makes a noise
Trifles - Sweet is the time of Spring
Trifles - The poet is child, youth and old man all in one
Trifles - Three things make your vision better
Trifles - Of Life, O brother, I give thee a token
Trifles - If you do not possess the power to forgive
Trifles - Do not speak to me of his sensitive, fine mind
Trifles - In this world either be a hill-stream
Trifles - O you who plucked a rose
Trifles - Do not apply a hair-dye
Trifles - Love has no use for those who do not dare
Trifles - The poet’s product is not saleable
Trifles - How nice a thing it were
Trifles - I am one who has walked around the Harem
