A Smile
A smile, weak and frail
Beside the warmth that you've shown me
This smile will always pale
With times so good and times so bad
I've never felt so very sad
No time left, no time to kill
I never wrote my living will
I'll make it up to you someday
That's what I'd hope that I would say
If I were near you, away from the hail
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