More beautiful words have not been spoken.
Given that you were truly happy, once upon a time.
I now wonder what has slain that joy.
Is it old age that I must put on trial for this horrible crime, murder of happiness.
Anything within my power, to return the joy you so obviously had, I will do.
Or is it I who killed this joy?
Was my birth really that terrible for you?
So terrible as to ruin your life?
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