just like you did for me so many years ago
as time raced too fast past us
and we grew older--
I'll hang your worries in the cellar
where you can't see them
I'll pack your troubles in a suitcase
and send them far away
I'll put your dreams in my heart
for safe keepin'--
c'mon let me hold you,
let me heal you.
Reading Tender Buttons
in the Quaker meeting room--
out there on the prairie,
winter wheat's first sprout.
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