Everything is at hand;
Irrepressible is thus their joy;
Why not I too share the like?
Or my heart is wont to only ache.
Oh, I heard their cheers again;
Is it not high time
To seek some kind or other?
That can ease the pain.
With curly hair,
One's image is not fair.
The grunt only to bear,
And then the bane of life.
An innocent crime I make,
Or rather to me it occured;
Indisposed to propose,
Predisposed to enjoy the difference.
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