I don’t know what‘s come over me;
I’m frowning all the time.
That’s not the way it ought to be
When someone’s in their prime.

I ought to go my merry way
And take life in my stride.
Instead of which, I curse the day
And shrivel up inside.

And yet I know my doleful mien
Is just as full of light
As any that there’s ever been
Although it’s far from bright.

When all there is is consciousness,
There’s nothing either more or less.

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