Someone will come to comfort you,
Someone who sees, no, who knows, Your pain, someone who will show you A boulevard, where the sunlight glows, A wild spot in Canada, where the rapids Roar, uninhibited, And you will heal, and you will feel Your life under each eyelid. That is you and me. That is Everyone, sick with love, Until our doctor comes, to Release—taking off each glove-- Our yearnings, to give life to endless Planets, each with its own bears, Its own honey badgers, its towns, Its trees’ globes of glowing pears.
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