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You tried to help, angel fair.
Yet I'm beyond all aid.
Minds we two cannot share,
For mine seems wrongly made.
Happiness finds you with ease.
But I can't seem to find it.
Won't you tell me how, please?
Take away this sorrow for a bit.
Yet I can't help but be sad,
And slowly turn my mind mad.