Le bonheur ne rentre pas aussi brusquement dans un coeur désolé depuis longtemps, sans l'oppresser un peu. —Alexandre Dumas fils, Camille
And when
And if
The sunlit hour comes —
Can we forget
Open eyes yet
After the darkened times?
And when
And if
The blissful hour comes —
How can we raise our glance
To face the torturous times?
Can we, our heart weaned from the good,
Believe
that truly
that we would
Again indulge in light and happiness
As if we never knew of misery and darkness?
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