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for someone
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hope deferred with many words grown tireless
since noon and then thereafter,
the road ahead, though perilous,
is paved with joy and laughter.
what speaks the voice to listen,
what hears the ear to sing,
if all the words i've written
have meant you anything?
pull the blind, release the shade,
make what's worse my well
said tomorrow, "should have stayed
to save me from this hell."
