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The days went by for him,all different and all the same. The boy was happyand yet he didn't know that he was happy, exactly:he couldn't remember having been unhappy. If one day as he played at the edge of the forest
The days went by for him,all different and all the same. The boy was happyand yet he didn't know that he was happy, exactly:he couldn't remember having been unhappy. If one day as he played at the edge of the forest
some talking bird had flown down and asked him:
"Do you like your life?"
he would not have known what to say,
"Do you like your life?"
he would not have known what to say,
but would have asked the bird:"Can you not like it?"
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