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By wistful Date: 2001 Sep 14 Comment on this Work [[2001.09.14.03.27.8843]] |
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When in the deepest darkness The smallest light can blind So shines each loving kindness In this bleak and baleful time It's in the smallest, simplest things Where we find love and hope A small child's laugh can soothe the sting And somehow, we can cope A warm soft wind, a gentle rain A hug, a touch, a kiss Small pleasures slowly heal our pain That's never hurt like this. Reality's harsh blow has brought Us nearer to hell's door We need love's balm when this distraught As we never have before. |