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This is how the lucky feel

How the blessed men think

Like a daybreak in spring

The sun on a spring morning

Like the flat brink of a cloud

Like the dark night in autumn

But how do I feel

in my gloomy depths?

This is how the lucky feel

How the blessed men think

Like a daybreak in spring

Like the flat brink of a cloud

Like a dark night in autumn

A black winter day

This is how the lucky feel,

how the blessed men think.

Like a daybreak in spring,

the sun on a spring morning.

Like the flat brink of a cloud.

Like a dark night in autumn.

A black winter day

No, darker than that

Gloomier than an autumn night

A black winter day