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When We Cease to Care
by Jane E PearceWhen we cease to care,
and song birds are mute,
when day slides into night,
and faith at last bears fruit,
seasons will still divide
the years into quarters.
The sun will continue to shine
on our beloved sons and daughters,
as they recall the times
when we were once there,
when we cease to care,
when we cease to care. 01/12/2004 Posted on 01/13/2004
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