We Can't Import it, So We Live With It

We can't import the gloomy feeling The silent ache that makes the body shake Intermittent shadows raiding the land in our hearts The teardrop's path The inward scream The quiet wrath

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We sit, and feel, in silence, we heal With no force to come to our rescue And no balm or cure for our soul's own pain We groan We crave We seek Only what self understands

We can't import it, so we live with it And live in it With smile and steady wit.

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