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One cannot make another happy,

Whatever one might do or say,

For happiness remains a choice

Not even love can hope to sway.



The sacrifice of time and strength

And preference and goods may be

Of help, of course, but cannot calm

The winds that roil a restless sea.



Everything one does, like dust,

Transforms the light in which all live.

But happiness is not a gift

It is within one’s power to give.



One can only love, and be

A witness to the life that each

At last must live alone, for

Well or ill beyond a lover’s reach.