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Happiness

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There's just no accounting for happiness,
or the way it turns up like a prodigal
who comes back to the dust at your feet
having squandered a fortune far away.

And how can you not forgive?
You make a feast in honor of what
was lost, and take from its place the finest
garment, which you saved for an occasion
you could not imagine, and you weep night and day

to know that you were not abandoned,
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Robin Rambles On 22 June 2018

I love this all the wine and the shades pop out in your talking

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Fabrizio Frosini 15 December 2015

It even comes to the boulder in the perpetual shade of pine barrens, to rain falling on the open sea, to the wineglass, weary of holding wine. - ITALIAN: Arriva perfino per il masso all'ombra perpetua dei Barrens, per la pioggia che cade in mare aperto, per il bicchiere, stanco di contenere il vino.

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