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Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own …

O solitude! if I must with thee dwell,
Let it not be among the jumbled heap
Of murky buildings …

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze …

With the sun in my hand

Gonna throw the sun

Way across the land-

Cause I’m tired,

Tired as I can be

“Langston Hughes”