The way to live life
Is like flowing rivers
Standing waters become stagnant
putrid and muddy and stink
Wherever the breeze blows
It brings with it happiness like in a tavern
The boughs bear flowers and thorns too
Sorrows and happiness must go together
The snakes live on the sandalwood tree
But the tree does not lose its fragrance
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