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And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?

But back to the poem: we’ll bring you more news
as it doesn’t happen.

The sun in the heavens was beaming,
The breeze bore an odour of hay

The simple pleasures of being outside
add on a huge dollop of joy to life.

But coming home I feel like I
Designed the buildings I walk by

For singing till his heaven fills,
’T is love of earth that he instils