There’s many a time when the bitterest thing
Is said without reason, and God knows
The courage it takes to suffer the sting,
By hiding the wounds that the heart shows.
There’s many a sob we bravely keep down
For the sake of old times revered so,
There’s many a head with thorns for a crown
Where kisses would soon make the heart glow.
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