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The Gift
This morning,
While the earth was still wet with night,
I picked a rose
To bring to you,
And then remembered
You were not here
And I slept alone.
While the earth was still wet with night,
I picked a rose
To bring to you,
And then remembered
You were not here
And I slept alone.
I held the rose
Until the world grew warm
And dried the tears
That clung to me.
Until the world grew warm
And dried the tears
That clung to me.
Copyright Lisa Jain Thompson
July 26, 1997
July 26, 1997
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