There is a smile of love,
And there's a smile seduction,
A smile is the smile
Where those two smiles meet.
There is a frowning hatred,
And there is a frown of disdain,
And there is a puckering of the frowning
a vain attempt to forget about that,
As thoroughly penetrates deep into the heart,
It sinks in the bone marrow -
And never smile was no smile, that smile
But only just,
Smile from cradle to grave
Smiling can once;
When you smile, He
end all misery.
by Visions of W. Blake - ed. Oscar Mondadori
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