Time Teaches Us to Love, if We Would Learn
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|Time teaches us to love, if we would
Hope strewn on fertile ground becomes compassion.
In lushest color naked night appears;
Rainbows are the work of joy and tears.
To love oneself inspires little passion,
Yet many to that stony idol turn.
So do we our joys and sorrows
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