Be merry, and your friends are legion;
Cry, and you cry all alone.
Sing, and the vales and the brooks will answer;
Sigh, and it echoes on the ether.
Smile, and men will seek you;
Wail, and they turn and go.
No one will refuse your best wine,
But alone you must drink spleen.
Bloom, and it helps you live;
But no one can help you die.
There is room in the grand ballroom of pleasure,
But one by one we go thru the tiny alley of pain.
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