Recompense
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the lessons of life
are mastered by few
it is hard to let injuries go
yet all of the slights
do not matter a bit
as a final wind starts to blow
I try but fall short
at forgiveness and grace
but I never succeed at that
if you feel the same
when I pass you by
just smile as I tip my hat
in the end how we fail
drifts away on the wind
so I hope no one took offense
now I will step aside
as the gray clouds arise
allowing the storm's recompense
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