To my Darling Brother-
That has raised me through Life
And for my Loving Mother-
And the Man that calls her Wife
I give to you my Wish
Of Truth and Beauty and Little More
Upon a Silver Dish
And laid upon your door
But, Alas, how that Little More
Has Drained me of both prior
As trying to find a Cure
To save a Weakly Child.
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