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About This Poem
Some Day
Tears of sadness, tears of joy
Both emotions have been wrought.
To be in love or not to be:
It's not a thing that can be sought. .
Some day the stone will crumble
And the pride will shatter, too
Some day your life won't be your own
Or belong to only you.
The walls you've built up brick by brick
Will some day be for naught;
But to find her now, or later on. .
It's not a thing that can be sought.
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