MY WAY
look up and see the ground
look down and see the sky
cry when you are happy
and laugh until you die
look down and see the sky
cry when you are happy
and laugh until you die
MY WAY
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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