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Heaven has no clue to happiness. All the elements are here below. Paradise is everywhere you go, Priced within your budget, more or less. Yearning is a source of tenderness. Need and love walk fondly to and fro, Intent on willing what the years bestow, Nor loathe to alter fate with a caress. Each wave of giving sweeps across the shore, Then returns its treasure double fold, Ending in a tranquil ecstasy. Each choice of love, once made, requires more, Nor is it easier as you grow old, Though quieting a vast internal sea, Hungry with the untamed urge to be.
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