I am unknown. I did not get you ...

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I am unknown. I did not gain you
No honors, no money, no praise,
My poems are the fruit of an unhappy life,
The rest of the stolen hours,
Hidden tears and thoughts of timorous;
But I did not praise you fools,
But with meanness, I did not make a union,
No! He adopted his crown of thorns,
Without flinching, the blasphemous Muse
And under the whip without a sound died.

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