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Melancholy thou art my friend.
How many the hours spent in
The fog of lost thought?
Old hurts, modern fears and
My tenuous future happiness
Have all descended on me.
Welcome me now, old comrade,
At the approach of sadness and
See me content to
The far side of sorrow
Even chirping birds and
The thick sighs of moving cedars
Cannot pierce the darkness
Unless you are with me.
When you are, though sunken,
My heart is glad.
Melancholy you have shared
My worst heartaches.
Together we have explored
Dark places.
When I was weak you came under me.
You enveloped me and
Protected me from myself.
You supported me through times
When even my life was forfeit
And I no longer cared to live.
When you were with me
I was not lost but searching.
You taught me to brood and to forget
Rather than regret.
Together we have swept from despair
Into high thin air, exhilarated
By some new discovery of the soul.
Walk with me today old friend and
Let us carry this new sorrow together.