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 autumn. But how do I feel...in my gloomy depths? "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 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 autumn. A black winter day no, darker than that. Gloomier that an autumn night.
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