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Joy-
Joy comes to me
In such peculiar ways:-
In the clear nameless noise
That wind makes on the trees,
In the steady, ring ring laugh
Of drops of water in the kitchen sink,
In lights of friendship that
Leap suddenly from the eyes of strangers
And in the comfort of hot tears
On my cheeks-
[Werley] [Borucany]