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WE KNOW NOT WHY
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WE KNOW NOT WHY



    'Tis true, to some
    Good luck will come
As we go life's path along;
    While to others here
    There's naught of cheer,
And every thing goes wrong.

    Yet we cannot know
    Why it is so—
For a few there is peace complete;
    The while for some
    There is not a crumb
From the loaf of comfort sweet.

    Some know not the turmoil
    Of struggle and toil—
Yet there's enough and to spare for those
    Who can live at their ease
    And do as they please—
And their crown is entwined with the rose.