It spilleth again,
this rain, this pain;
The clouds rent asunder,
by the roar of thunder...
in still silence I look back and wonder!
Time hath not healed!
Recollection hath neither tempered nor steeled!
The memory doth neither wither nor fade!
Verily it is a blade of jade, verdant and alive!
Please resolve, yea dissolve;
this floe of ice into Thy river of compassion Lord,
for greater is Thy suffering and love!
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