Diamonds and gems
Beauty residing in the
Sadness
Moving home
To a sick old woman
Ah! the woman had seen
So much in her life,
Had suffered so!
That is the payment-toll of
Age too.
Her face was flushed in
The sick bed.
And
Sadness only switched
The lights from her face
And from her brain.
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