Between the cold and the heat,
I can't help myself. I dream
Of a world with different rules
Melodious, mild, and kind,
In which happiness goes on
Indefinitely, without
Boredom or ingratitude.
I don't believe suffering
Necessary for sweetness
Except that's the way it is
In the only world I know.
Brevity grows infinite,
Joy and contentment deathless,
Elsewhere. I can't help myself.
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