The Pickering Manuscript/The Smile
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The Smile
There is a Smile of LoveAnd there is a Smile of DeceitAnd there is a Smile of SmilesIn which these two Smiles meet
And there is a Frown of HateAnd there is a Frown of disdainAnd there is a Frown of FrownsWhich you strive to forget in vain
For it sticks in the Hearts deep CoreAnd it sticks in the deep Back boneAnd no Smile that ever was smildBut only one Smile alone
That betwixt the Cradle & GraveIt only once Smild can beBut when it once is SmildTheres an end to all Misery