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You cry in letters of the distance,
Of correspondence in poor fashion,
And of the memory of better times
That still haunt you.
But as you cry, I step away
As your letter arrives, I ready the match
As you recall old memories.
I glance at the forlorn grave
You dreamed a dream long ago,
Of a family, large and warm
But that dream, was an anchor
That drowned any hope,
That might ever visit here.
So, you sing the songs of your hope,
You adorn the walls for its arrival
You put on the glasses of rose
All the while you take no notice
Of the distance that proceeds
At every banner hung, and song sung
A step is driven, a furlong added
I hope you one day see
This family you hope for
Will never be
But there is a family here
In need of acceptance from thee
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