"And if you come I will be silent Nor speak harsh words to you. I will not ask you why, now. Or ask you what you do. We shall sit here, softly Beneath two diffrent years And the rich earth between us Shall drink our tears." Times comes to us softly, slowly. It sits beside us for a while. Then, long before we are ready, it moves on.
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