60
Each day
Is a hopelessly futile day,
And each day
Shall remain a hopelessly futile day,
If I cannot cheerfully cast aside
The impurity-ink
Of my mind.
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60Each day Is a hopelessly futile day, And each day Shall remain a hopelessly futile day, If I cannot cheerfully cast aside The impurity-ink Of my mind. |
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