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Happiness is not to be soldAnd whereupon, the lord of happiness and joy, crafted the den which was to be my curse. For the happiness that was sent upon me, greets me with everlasting arms, only to embrace me and wish to me, the greatest of all enjoyment. But what is happiness, if not the soul at ease with the imbodiement of expression?
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