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This is how the lucky feel
How the blessed man think
Like a 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?

A black winter day
No darker than that
Gloomier than an autumn night
This is how the lucky feel   How the blessed man think   Like a 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?      A black winter day   No darker than that   Gloomier than an autumn night