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  • This, too, will pass. its over and over,
    Out of your deepest sorrow, out of your deepest grief,
    No hurt can last forever...perhaps tomorrow
    Will bring relief.

This, too, will pass. It will spend itself...its fury
Will die as the wind dies down with the setting sun;
Assuaged and calm, you will rest again, forgetting
A thing that is done.

Repeat it again and again, O heart, for your comfort;
This, too, will pass as surely as passed before
The old forgotten pain, and the other sorrows
That once you bore.