Their laughter, sincerer
Who live simpler.
With all, for joy imprints
A face; harsh blown.
Their hearts I prefer.
Attuned, as twere
To what, crisp-clear, unchecked
Is Nature's song.
Stream's bold gush; or of bird's
Gentler renown.
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