Remove AdsОльга Арефьева - Thought far from joy
Gm F Gm D Gm A A# CThough far from joy, my sorrows are as far,
Gm D GAnd I both between,
D Gm F Gm DNot too low, nor yet too high
Gm F A#Above my reach would I be seen,
Припев:
F Cm GmHappy is he that so is placed,
D F Dm Gm A DNot to be envied, nor to be disdain’d or disgraced.
The higher trees, the more storms they endure,
Shrubs be trodden down,
But the mean, the golden mean,
Doth only all our fortunes crown,
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Like to a stream that sweetly slideth,
Through the flowery banks,
and still in the midst his course guideth
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