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Living is no laughing matter:
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Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
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In a former existence I must have been a painter
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Give thanks to the plain sweetness of a day
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you suddenly see how we are in it—
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I wander along,
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that’s joy, it’s always
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So the heart breaks
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A slow child, leading myself by the hand
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Tell yourself
