The sun shines in
A clear sky, and
Warm breezes blow so
Butterflies dance on
Particolored wings but
I cannot enjoy it
Cannot be out among such things because
There is work to do and
Nobody to do it but
Me
What can I do but
Turn away from the window and
Try to refuse to see
What I cannot have?
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