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SORROW’S ANTIDOTE
My first does affliction denote,
Which my second is destined to bear;
My whole is the sweet antidote
That affliction to soothe and to share.
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I see a sign of music not reversed, and then
My second and my third both pass beyond my ken.
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My first has my second my third his mouth;
My whole was a tribe in the sunny south.