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On with the dance, let joy be unconfined.
On with the dance, let joy be unconfined.
But ask not thou if happiness be there,
If the loud laugh disguise convulsive throe,
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But ask not thou if happiness be there,
If the loud laugh disguise convulsive throe,
Or if the brow the heart's true livery wear.
Everybody dies. Not everybody ever really lives.
Everybody dies. Not everybody ever really lives.
People are not perfect (except when they smile).
People are not perfect (except when they smile).
