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The rain cries out Postpone
postpone postpone! and those who are depressed
decide to be depressed another day.
They know the sun will come indeed they feel
the sun remotely -- like a coil
of time whose darkness just repeats
our darkness of last year in silvery beats
a pulse to which the soul submits
so gladly secretly -- postpone
the happiness postpone postpone
the joy -- have it but not
quite yet have it but not quite yet
just savor do not have and so
joy comes and comes but faintly does it flow.
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