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This is how the lucky feel |
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How the blessed men think |
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Like a daybreak in spring |
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The sun on a spring morning |
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Like the flat brink of a cloud |
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Like the dark night in autumn |
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But how do |
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I feel in my gloomy depths? |
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This is how the lucky feel |
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How the blessed men think |
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Like a daybreak in spring |
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Like the flat brink of a cloud |
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Like a dark night in autumn |
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A black winter day |
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This is how the lucky feel, how the blessed men think. |
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Like a daybreak in spring, the sun on a spring morning. |
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Like the flat brink of a cloud. |
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Like a dark night in autumn. |
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A black winter day |
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No, darker than that |
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Gloomier than an autumn night |
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A black winter day |
