Solitude

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.　　
Sing, and the hills will answer;　
Sigh, it is lost on the air.　
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,　
But shrink from voicing care.
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