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Saturday, August 15, 1992

Beth's Song

I wish I had a nickel
For each drop of anger
      and frustration
That you, so far, have caused.
Singing never seems to help
And others' joy brings pain.
It doesn't seem right
That others can smile
When there is one soul
As miserable as mine.

My song is as large as the sun
And small as a fleeting thought
All things sing the melody
The words are written in the stars
I sing for you
But you won't be the last.
I will sing for others
And others will sing when I am gone.