Kleenex in my pocket
Brushed away the tears.
Scarlet threads of longing
Dress a canopy of fears
Once so bright and sunny
Love now spiced with dread.
As Solomon said long ago
Don’t try to raise the dead
Swim the rolling waves
Trust the sun will rise
A future for the brave
Bring bouquets of flowers
And smiles your future craves.
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