Differences

That voice on my brow which carries me through

Stretches along my anachronistic mind

Breaches through the softest cries

and changes what was blue

 

Family and friends, they cannot carry–

This weakness found within

But experience grins when the veil becomes thin

and all the world is merry

 

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