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When I feel blue
I cope with red

And the sad part is
you completely get
what I just said

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 …

I cropt a lily from the stalk,
And in my hand it died away;
So did my joy, so will my heart,
In false love’s cruel grasp decay.

Tears, ere thy death, for many a one I shed,
But thine are all my tears since thou art dead.
To comforters I lend my ear apart,
While pain sits ever closer to my heart.

“al-Khansā”

I am Silent. Speak Thou, O Soul of Soul of Soul,
From desire of whose Face every atom grew

“Jalal al-Din Rumi”

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”

The apparition of these faces in the crowd:

Petals on a wet, black bough.

My candle burns at both ends;

It will not last the night

But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends

It gives a lovely light!