Sympathy
The color gladdens all your heart;
— You call iTheaven, dear, but I —
Now Hope and I are far apart —
— Call it the sky.
I know that Nature's tears have wet
— The world with sympathy; but you,
Who know not any sorrow yet,
— Call it the dew.
— You call iTheaven, dear, but I —
Now Hope and I are far apart —
— Call it the sky.
I know that Nature's tears have wet
— The world with sympathy; but you,
Who know not any sorrow yet,
— Call it the dew.
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