They are fortunate, beyond measure,
Whose presence graces your sphere.
They are fortunate, beyond measure,
Whose presence graces your sphere.
When the heart's ailment descends,
When the heart's ailment descends,
The days of death draw near.
The days of death draw near.
They are fortunate, beyond measure,
Whose presence graces your sphere.
To meet me is to meet you, truly,
To meet me is to meet you, truly,
To whom are you bestowed, anew?
To whom are you bestowed, anew?
They are fortunate, beyond measure,
Whose presence graces your sphere.
They who suffer, yet utter no moan,
They who suffer, yet utter no moan,
Their hearts are strange, unknown.
Their hearts are strange, unknown.
They are fortunate, beyond measure,
Whose presence graces your sphere.
They are fortunate, beyond measure,
Whose presence graces your sphere.
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