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Along my road I wend along
Pretending that there is a road
Down which I trundle with my load
My heart uplifted into song
Please do not tell me I am wrong;
To prick me with that painful goad
Would never tempt me to explode
But sadden me, and cause to throng
The sorrows that now trouble me
No more than clouds seen far away
Distant against the reddened sky.
But if you tell me there's no way
I'll fall from equanimity
And they will drench me, by and by.