What do I see
a velvet rose
What can I be
and expose
Sitting, thinking
knowing myself
Laughing, crying
about this pelf
Isn't beauty and harmony
our special duty and glee
Raise up your head and say
"Whatever I have and had
it's a wonderful day"
Excitements appear
and however dark or ligth they shine
however bad or dear,
they are friends of mine.
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