Some words are hewn in granite
some words are soon forgot
some words are slowly branded
some words are not
Some people come and then they go
some people never leave
some people love you in the sun
and vanish when you grieve
Some troubles last a day or two
some make their home to stay
some troubles grow like strangler vines
and never go away.
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