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Joy shakes me like the wind that lifts a sail, Like the roistering wind That laughs through stalwart pines. It floods me like the sun On rain-drenched trees That flash with silver and green. I abandon myself to joy -- I laugh -- I sing Too long have I walked a desolate way, Too long stumbled down a maze Bewildered. -- C. S. Delany |
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