Hold out the jar of unhappiness,
Pour it's bitterness out,
Which grieving will pale, not sweeten.
Poison destroys the pot of honey
It is the water of tears
That weakens the heart.
Pain isn't to be borne alone
The heavy weight is lifted
In a sliced share with friends.
In imagination joy leaps into the heart
The vivid reality causes a sting
Till you are pierced by a death.
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