Each time you go out in the cloudy sky
Remember the blind never see what you see
It's selfish to over little problems cry
Be grateful that you can see nature's beauty ...
Another day of toil and strife,
Another page so white,
Within that fateful Log of Life
That I and all must write;
Another page without a stain
To make of as I may,
That done, I shall not see again
Until the Judgment Day.
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