The weary day with sound of my distress, It were my burden still. It were my burden still. The burden that I bear may be no more The burden that I bear may be no more For all I bear it silently and stay For all I bear it silently and stay Sometimes to laugh and listen at a door Sometimes to laugh and listen at a door Where joy keeps holiday. Where joy keeps holiday. I ask no more save only this may be—
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