I walked a mile with Pleasure,
She chattered all the way;
She chattered all the way;
But left me none the wiser
For all she had to say.
I walked a mile with Sorrow
And ne'er a word said she;
But oh, the things I learned from her
When sorrow walked with me,
-Robert Browning Hamilton
Nothing could be more profound and true.
A consolation of Gaye's loss is the learning --
Which better be good, given the price.
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