Whine about all the small inconveniences,

　　And the overwhelming feelings of life, and love,

　　Whine about any, and everything,

　　As long as it stirs in you an emotion,

　　Speak it out,

　　Let it enter the universe,

　　Let the voice echo out,

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　　As the universe is big,

　　So too, these fleeting feelings play their part,

　　They may roll along until they are a storm,

　　And they may be addressed and consoled,

　　Like a child who only got socks for Christmas,

　　Oh, woe for the child who only got socks for Christmas!

　　Like the child who only got socks for Christmas,

　　So too do these fleeting feelings matter,

　　They may start as a small fire,

　　But grow to be an immense ambition,

　　No longer will the child receive just socks for Christmas!

　　Acknowledge them, for they exist,

　　Acknowledge them, and hear its cry,

　　For in their call is the call of the universe,

　　The beginning of a great storm,

　　Of overwhelming feelings of love and life,

　　In their call, and along that path,

　　In which they were acknowledged,

　　Your son called out to you,

　　Your grandchildren came to visit you,

　　And you showered them with much more than just socks on Christmas,

　　In their call, along that path,

　　Those feelings were satisfied.