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Was life so strange, so sad the sky, So strait the wide world's range, He would not stay to wonder why Was life so strange?

Was earth's fair house a joyless grange Beside that house on high Whence Time that bore him failed to estrange?

That here at once his soul put by All gifts of time and change, And left us heavier hearts to sigh 'Was life so strange?'