A Penny for Your Thoughts (February 11, 1974)

 O gentle kiss of death

For this you longed,

The touch of his sweet lips,

His whispered song.

Unloved and unloving

You searched with pain

For his crimson mouth now bloodied

With your life's stain.

The winter winds blow coldly

Through your withered soul.

The bud, unblossomed, breaks

Before the vernal thaw.

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