Soon after the wine was saved
The best for last at the feast
The loaves and little fishes came
A boy with his meager catch
Who just happened to be there
So much leftover even enough
For our still hungry mouths
But what moves me even more
Is that young woman who hurries past
Every morning to the well and waits
For him to join her there
To share together those first drops
And drink their sorrow away
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