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What a strange and twofold time

This hour of smiles and tears

When loved ones now and then all pluck

Mere moments from the years

When all recall not merely joy

But rancor, loss and pain

And somehow feel a common strength

When relived all again

The words that fill the whispers

That slip from trembling lips

May be all happiness and ire

All anger, fear and quips

Only now, this twofold time

This hour of smiles and tears

Do all the memories that we share

Come through the well-plucked years