The difference between a willow and a yew

One for pain, which may yet remain

And the other to never feel again!

Medicine or poison, flowing through

The first for salcin, in its vein

The other for sleep, to not wake in vain

Its deadly virtue pure. potent and true.

That I may no longer long for you.

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A difference between a fellow and a the man you knew

The first, with thirst, by water blooming burst,

The second, cursed and so ill reheared

for a spell naught readily or rapidly reversed

diverts his hurts, aching with poison nursed

linger through turmoil and strife, oh life so brought anew

so drew a due adieu left lingering: its death ill reversed

Elemental, eternal and fragile yet, night-gifts of morning dew

crumbles into stardust: the world it held in view

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The difference between a willow and a yew

Might as well be the difference between my love and want for you

One in reason, my longing thinned, holds against the coup

Of the other in poison, stealing reasons' ration in what I ought to do

Between my love and want for you.

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