‘”Can happiness be bought?” said me to me
so off I galloped to find it,
“But which way do I go?” said me to me all over again,
And all at once I came to the most abrupt stop
As there inside a mangled up mess I spied a robin
And these are the very words he spoke,
“I am without wings,
But listen inwards and hear this song that I have here within this my soul,”
And I heard the flapping of all wings ever.
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