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Laughter

As bold as thunder through the hills

or meek and gentle, whispering...

Or shrill and painful to the ears

or soothing, quiet -- calming fears

comes Laughter ever through the tears.

 

Like healing warmth of summer sun

that follows winter's frigid grip...

Like clear blue autumn afternoons

that follow misty morning gloom

illuminating hearts in bloom.

 

Though sometimes darkly, like a veil

or from the depths of anger...

Cruel passion rises from within

the heart where love grows thin

and spills its deadly poison.

 

But often, honestly we'll see

across this living stage....

Though players know their parts and swear

to never lift the masks they wear

the truth will never disappear

as Laughter rises from the tears.