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 Of buttons that I push because I like To push the buttons, though the cells are dead, And nothing rings or answers for my work. Though you are gone I know that you still live, But in a different world than this sad world. I feel that I am dead and you alive, Or else I dream and you are not asleep, But far away and doing what you think You ought to do. Well, you will come to me, Some day when you are tired, some sad long day When you are tired and worn and buffeted By this stern task-master, your other self. Oh yes, you’ll come and I awaiting be, In a far silent land you do not know, Where everlasting hills and valleys are, Where only those who ever love may go… Into its realm of peace where only love Is king. What use is heaven When life can be as sweet as life can be?


 * You used to sit watching sails,
 * Out beyond……go by
 * And turn from the harbour view,
 * With a sad little cry.