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To Mend

Set aside your lonesome sighs
And worrisome thoughts.
Here is an empty canyon
With which to fill your troubles.

Far from home,
There are still friends.
Should you pursue compassion,
Here is an abyss
Rife with raw emotion.

It is too late to undo
The crimes of times past:
It is only when we learn to forgive
That we begin to mend.

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