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A crust of bread and a corner to sleep in, A minute to smile and an hour to weep in, A pint of joy to a peck of trouble,…

I know what the caged bird feels, alas! When the sun is bright on the upland slopes; When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,…

We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,— This debt we pay to human guile;…