Of summer the ice-storms of winter
The lash of cruelty on one another
When sanity is out of season
And gratitude undergoes extinction
We go for a long drive
Through the blackened hills
Past the smashed houses
And the children crying
To the very edges of our minds
Where there are no tears or laughter
Where waves beseech the shore
And the wide sea reaches to bestow
Some peace upon us still
To quicken our will
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