For happiness might be a beautiful sun
For sorrow can be under the sun
For freedom can be like the greyest of clouds
and reason might exist in the darkest of hounds.
A minute I asked and a minute I took,
what shall I do with it I never understood
Life to hold and life to cease, capture it all and not only look
But I was mistaken not only, but a fool! and in the end alone I stood.
But is important to cherish the day
Despite the outcome of come what may
and be ware of springs colorful may
it might find you being in a total dismay.
Nonsense it might nonsense it is,
but nonsensical words are all as it is
took them or leave them, do as you want
but try to be happy and bold.
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