| Grief is like a river |
| That flows through your soul. |
| To dam it up would be deadly. |
| To let it all go would be |
| Insanity. |
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| We must hide our banks of sadness |
| Behind lush trees of joy, |
| Allowing the fertile soil of depression |
| To strengthen our roots of |
| Determination. |
| � |
| Yes, grief is like a river |
| That flows hidden from the world. |
| Should anyone break through our foliage, |
| All feelings shall be lost except |
| Compassion. |
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