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Robert W Service - To Sunnydale
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There lies the trail to Sunnydale,
Amid the lure of laughter.
Oh, how can we unhappy be
Beneath its leafy rafter!
Each perfect hour is like a flower,
Each day is like a posy.
How can you say the skies are grey?
You`re wrong, my friend, they`re rosy.

With right good will let`s climb the hill,
And leave behind all sorrow.
Oh, we`ll be gay! a bright to-day
Will make a bright to-morrow.
Oh, we`ll be strong! the way is long
That never has a turning;
The hill is high, but there`s the sky,
And how the West is burning!

And if through chance of circumstance
We have to go bare-foot, sir,
We`ll not repine — a friend of mine
Has got no feet to boot, sir.
This Happiness a habit is,
And Life is what we make it:
See! there`s the trail to Sunnydale!
Up, friend! and let us take it.
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