A poison offered, then a cure, they say,
A poison offered, then a cure, they say.
Whatever comes, I find,
Adds to sorrow's endless day,
A poison offered.
A friend's departure at the evening's close,
A friend's departure at the evening's close,
Snatches slumber from the eyes,
As sleep begins to doze,
A poison offered.
Time itself, on thorns of pain, does lay the heart,
Time itself, on thorns of pain, does lay the heart,
And time erases, oh, the sting,
The bitter ache, the art,
A poison offered, then a cure, they say,
Whatever comes, I find,
Adds to sorrow's endless day,
A poison offered.
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