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Take bread away from me, if you wish, take air away, but do not take from me your laughter. verse 2 My struggle is harsh and I come back with eyes tired at times from having seen the unchanging earth, but when your laughter enters it rises to the sky seeking me and it opens for me all the doors of life. My love, in the darkest hour your laughter opens, and if suddenly you see my blood staining the stones of the street, laugh, because your laughter will be for my hands like a fresh sword verse 4 Laugh at the night, at the day, at the moon, laugh at the twisted streets of the island, laugh at this clumsy boy (girl) who loves you, but when I open my eyes and close them, when my steps go, when my steps return, deny me bread, air, light, spring, but never your laughter for I would die originally by Pablo Neruda.