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 I care for nobody, no, not I, If nobody cares for me."

When spring begins her merry career, O how his heart grows gay! No summer's drought alarms his fears, For winter's sad decay: No foresight mars the miller's joy, Who's wont to sing and say, "Let others toil from year to year, I live from day to day.