We shall explain our reasons better
In gloomy rainbow days,
Sitting before the firelight
Of the smiling nights.
When grudges are long gone
And childhood/youth malice stands abash.
When the happy tales of old days
Bottles the hostile instincts half dead in us.
We shall reckon the silence of a true friend in his works
And separate the busy
From the snubs.
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