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Dissembled
Your right hand is outstretched
an offering of friendship
Your right hand consoles me when I'm hurt
catches me when I fall
Your right hand comforts my mind
when I've lost my way
Your right hand does no wrong
a lifetime of trust
Where is your left?
I need your hand now more than ever
a crisis has become me
a knife in my back
Your right hand moves to alleviate
but I find your left hand at last
holding the knife, that has beset me
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Sorrow is better than laughter,
because a sad face is good for the heart. -Ecclesiastes 7:3
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