Soon My Dear, Soon
The nights shall open up to a sweet day
And there shall come new rays
To dry the sadness all away
And pleasures will come to stay
Good ends shall end your try
And arrive in time to clean your cry
And raise your heads very high
So then shall sorrows bade you bye
And favours will fill your hopes
And glories will fill the hole
Right in that mind from where the wishes flow
Right from that mind that gasp and fold
Copyright © White Sage | Year Posted 2015
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