We spend the later hours, most
Closer than a cousin close
Past our child, hurtful woes
The future’s colored “rose”
On the clock
Or in the shop
Our hearts laid on a table top
Complete with tea
And sugar packs
We’ll talk an hour dead
My hair of ash
And yours of red
Opposite as two can get
Yet through and through
Time has proved
We share two sister hearts
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