The woods decay, the woods decay and fall,
The vapours weep their burthen to the ground,
Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath,
And after many a summer dies the swan.
Alfred Lord Tennyson, Tithonus
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Aaay. Burthen. I like it. “Use it in a sentence.” Ok. Bitch, you are increasing my burthen.
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