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done.


Oh sorrow
where does such a cloak flee
while smiles dress me?

The road -traveled
has been such sorrow
until tears no longer flowed.

And you gazed at me
upon your knees
all those years i fought.

To think i wanted to end my life
the thoughts swirled
and captured my mind.

Until now -unwound
you dance so free
through another 30 years with me.

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