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When sadness comes and firmly clings I try to think of pleasant things Bringing memories to my mind Happy thoughts of every kind Like hiking trails without a care Pure white snow and crispy air Pushing children on their swings All these simple mundane things Big white clouds in summer sky Baby birds in nests near by A cup of coffee, tasty bread Sunsets in the night sky spread A very special book to treasure Going to the beach, such pleasure In my mind these thoughts take...
