There's just no accounting for happiness,
or the way it turns up like a prodigal
who comes back to the dust at your feet
having squandered a fortune far away.
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It even comes to the boulder in the perpetual shade of pine barrens, to rain falling on the open sea, to the wineglass, weary of holding wine. - ITALIAN: Arriva perfino per il masso all'ombra perpetua dei Barrens, per la pioggia che cade in mare aperto, per il bicchiere, stanco di contenere il vino.
I love this all the wine and the shades pop out in your talking