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I Would Not Be the Sun to End Your Night I would not be the sun to end your night, Nor would I be the wall to turn your tears. But I will watch with you until it's light. Because there are no words to set things right Nor hopes that one immersed in mourning hears, I would not be the sun to end your night, Offering a wisdom far too bright To soothe your pain or put to rest your fears. But I will watch with you until it's light. There must be time to grieve that sorrow might Be equal to the love of days and years. I would not be the sun to end your night. For grief, before it breaks, must reach its height, And tides must turn before one homeward steers. But I will watch with you until it's light. There are agonies no friendship can requite, A bitterness unstained till dawn appears. I would not be the sun to end your night. But I will watch with you until it's light.
My life has been full of the usual changes, disappointments, disillusionments, passions, mistakes, hopes, joys, ecstasies, and sorrows. I was born a "Red Diaper Baby"; that is, into a second-generation American Communist family. Disillusioned early with any ideology or dogmatism, I turned to music, studying at the School of Performing Arts and the Juilliard School of Music. But my hunger for ideas was stronger than my love for music, and so I went to Queens College and majored in English and creative writing.
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