“They ask ‘What
make you happy’
And I answer ‘A field of flowers
to make me
gentle,
A few kind words
to keep me warm,
The mountains,
sky and sea
to help me look
beyond and far
and people, all
sorts of people
to keep me
alive.’
And they ask ‘What then make you sad’
And I say ‘For now I am happy,
I do not know
sadness,
I have forgotten
what is sadness.’”
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