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Why’d you want to sing about sad things?” Candy had asked him.”Because any fool can be happy,” he’d said to her.”It takes a man with real heart”—he’d made a fist and laid it against his chest—”to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep.
Why’d you want to sing about sad things?” Candy had asked him.”Because any fool can be happy,” he’d said to her.”It takes a man with real heart”—he’d made a fist and laid it against his chest—”to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep.
