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Nov 25, 2006 01:19

If I have faltered more or less in my great task of happiness;
If I have moved among my race and shown no glorious morning face;
If beams from happy eyes have moved me not, if morning skies, books and food, and summer rain knocked on my sullen heart in vain:
Lord, thy most pointed pleasure take and stab my spirit wide awake. Amen.

i don't care, i don't care, i don't care.

i...just...don't...care.
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