I lost a part of me,
Wishing and making a plea,
Oh Lord,make it a glee ?
I had enough, all in ample.
Happiness was ever the staple.
A drift past some ages down,
Disgruntled and with frown,
Lost it, my feel good crown.

How hard I did smile,
I let it vanish after awhile.
For I could not reach my mile.
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