There's a shining silver veil That falls about one's feet It clears the mind that was shadowed By memory's storms of sleet Clear crystal understanding Of a lifetime of grief That she'd hold both hands out To me is beyond belief In worlds of mistrust and suspicion Too easy, it is, to deny Those things that make us human Those things on which we rely I take a hold of Embeth's hands To wash away my sins And the weight of a double dozen years Lifts; I rise again
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