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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]