Three thousand days on an isle with no sighs
No looking down upon by every pair of eyes
Not a voice intoning words that bleed
No news of the wars and the people we can't feed
Still no breaking of spirit nor draining of will
No social ill at ease with them laughing as they will
This terrible thing that has happened to me
Seems like accidental paradise my final victory.
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