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If You Were Still a Child
If you were still a child, I would give you
A Kleenex or two, as I used to do
(Now blow your nose…) and maybe a cookie too
But now…this much is true…time flew…you grew
And yet
There is no expiration date on tears
No sign that reads “You Are Too Old for Fears”
No simple answers after the smoke all clears
No moon, no music high among the spheres
Where lovers’ dreams ascended in the night…
But, here, have another Kleenex, all right?
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