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By Unknown Submitted by ~Harem~ Date: 2001 Aug 13 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.13.19.31.11606]] |
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'Tis the human touch in this world that counts, The touch of your hand and mine, Which means far more to the fainting heart Than shelter and bread and wine; For shelter is gone when the night is o'er, And bread lasts only a day, But the touch of the hand and the sound of the voice Sing on in the soul always. ~ |