Who is He?
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Untuneful is laughter and mirth;
Hide him, then, under the earth.
Well it were to be dead.
Here comes one weeping so hard:
Woeful 'tis to weep.
Tears on the cheek of youth.
Where smiles should be in truth;
Tears in the eyes of love.
Angels should weep above,
When the young are sad below.
Better were death than woe;
Hard it is to weep.
