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Nobody cares when I am glad, / I beat upon their hearts in glee, / "Drink, drink joy's brimming cup with me,"
All echoless, my ecstasy --
Nobody cares when I am glad.
Nobody cares when I am sad, / Whene'er I seek compassion's breast, / I falter wounded from my quest / Back! back into my heart, sore prest --
Nobody cares when I am sad.