An ache beneath the pain of years
	  Brings pang and poignancy to the fore;
	  What I feel was felt before
Dear earth brought forth her sufferers.

As when a dove shakes off the rain
	  Whisking silver mists to haloes
	  Suspended in cool fogs of woe,
Thus softly I stand in shine and pain.

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