There really are very few people, As kind and as giving as you. Few people who care se deeply, And do all the nice things you do.
People who find the time, somehow, To sit down and chat for a while,
And if I came not again
After certain days;
If no morning sun or rain
Met me on their ways;
If the meadows knew no more
How my feet go free,
And the folded hills forbore
Any speech of me;
If you did not find me here,
At the door at night,
And the cold hearth kept no cheer,

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