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[Many times the morning laughs in light]
Many times the morning laughs in light
Underneath a cloudless ether bright;
Underneath a cloudless ether bright;
And 'tis little thought what weeping dews
And thick rains fell heavy all the night.
And thick rains fell heavy all the night.
Many times a cheerful mien is worn,
And men say, All tears are staunchëd quite,
And men say, All tears are staunchëd quite,
Little guessing what has been erewhile
In the lonely chambers out of sight.
In the lonely chambers out of sight.
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