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Eat Your Heart Out
Eat your heart out, and what is left
The lips that pout, the soul bereft
The loss of love, the lack of heart
The stress of life, in whole or part
The sweeter side, of love and bliss
May not confide, a tender kiss
But on your side, a single hope
Of joy inside, by how you cope
The peace within, may start anew
For how you win, is what you do
The more you give, the more you save
The will to live, by what you gave.
Copyright ©
Bryan Norton
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