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Second Beatitude


To lonesome days I've found this true
That far as Love as left us to
With broken pieces; broken lives
We can; we can but patch them up
We sigh, we grieve; it's not at all
The way to mend but broken lives
To forge ahead is better off
than cry and frown and drop our plan
Life must be on; crowns must be won.




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