You have dwelt in darkness,
For there was your tragedy bestow'd,
And in murky realms of thought,
Was thy life out pour'd:
Of what do you deem as darkness?
What sorrow have you seen?
The truths? Have they not remained unspoken?
As such, all has forever been;
Be in mirth, my friend in gloom,
You have never seen what is mine;
For the joy of all and one,
Is not of joy, the sign;
They dwell in the realities of dream,
Of you, do not concern and believe,
Be in joy, my lonely friend,
In the illusory, joy you must sieve.
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