If you come softly,
as the wind within the trees.
You may hear what i hear,
see what sorrow sees.
If you come softly as threading dews,
i will take you gladly, nor ask more of you.
And if you come i will be silent
nor speak harsh words to you
I will not ask you why, now or how
or what you do
We shall sit here soflty
beneath two different years
and the rich earth between us
shall drink our tears
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