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I never retire at night without considering that,
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as young as I am,
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perhaps I may be no more on the morrow,
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yet not one of those who knows me
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could say that I am morose or melancholy,
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and for this I thank my creator daily and wish heartily
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the same happiness may be given to my fellow man.
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I clearly explained
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my way of looking at the matter on the occasion
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of the death of my very dear best friend,
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Count von Hatzfeld.
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He was just thirty-one like myself.