Thursday, January 1, 2004
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I gladly would sing in a joyous strain,
But my heart of its joy is bereft;
For my young life there is nought but grief and pain,
And a haunting memory left.
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12/17/2025 9:46:08 AM # 1.0.0
Actually a song, written in a garret, with the aim of raising money to ward off starvation on the streets. cite: chapter 2 of his autobiography.