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I weep as often as I laugh
not from sorrow, nor from joy,
but because the world hums,
and I refuse to be deaf to it.
The chill of dawn, so gentle, so profound
Brushes your skin, the newborn day is found
I cherish this—the freshness and the calm,
What more could one desire than Nature’s balm

Through dewy meadows, wandering with care,
To dream, to gaze, and meet the sunrise fair.
What more in life could one begin to seek?
From dawn’s cool breath to heights we strive to meet

Each fleeting moment life bestows on us
Embrace it, love, believe, and let it grow!
For life gives one great treasure: its embrace,
No second chance, no other time or place
I give you permission to despair
Wether left or right
Or just hanging there
One can justify the care
It takes
To really cheer.

— The End —