Every cloud has a silver lining
Every blessing has its own curse
I’m told there’s no point in whining
Whether for better or for worse
So forward will I ever walk
While counting my blessings each day
A willing ear to those who talk
An open heart whene’er I pray
That silver lining I will find
In each and every cloud I meet
The curses, when they come to mind
Shall I accept without conceit
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