REPULSE
Nobody cares when I am glad, I beat upon their hearts in glee, "Drink, drink joy's brimming cup with me," All echoless, my ecstasy—Nobody cares when I am glad.
Nobody cares when I am sad, Whene'er I seek compassion's breast, I falter wounded from my quest Back! back into my heart, sore prest—Nobody cares when I am sad.
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