Sweet Sorrow

Oh, sweet sorrow,
will you visit me tomorrow?
Gift me with your presence,
guide me through my grief.
Our meetings were usually brief,
though they came quite often.
Oh, sweet sorrow,
might I borrow thy hand
to hold in my time of need?
My dear friend,
I know you alone will be there until my end.
Oh, sweet sorrow,
might you visit me before tomorrow?

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