This is how the lucky feel
how the blessed think
like daybreak in spring
the sun on a spring morning
Like the flat brink of a cloud
like a dark night in the autumn
But how do I feel
in my gloomy depths?
This is how the lucky feel
how the blessed think
like daybreak in spring
Like the flat brink of a cloud
like a dark night in the autumn
a black winter day
This is how the lucky feel
how the blessed think
like daybreak in spring
the sun on a spring morning
Like the flat brink of a cloud
like a dark night in the autumn
a black winter day
no, darker than that
gloomier than an autumn night
A black winter day
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