Saints Are The Happiest People, - Poem by Liza Sud
Saints are the happiest people,
And they are egoists,
They got the Law and checked it:
Get more – the more you give.
Life knows no sacrifice cause
It is endless indeed.
It’s for a soul with passions
Painful to give it seems.
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