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We dream a little bit, are happy for a while, We love a little bit and hold one another too. We wreck a little bit our happiness and smile, And then for e’er we say our parting Adieu, Nothing else

This may last for just a wink; or for ages we may roam; Who wearies of the pause may hope and hope again. The dead find ample time to wait beneath the loam, The dead will wait the while we may despair in vain. Nothing else

How came we to this world, which was then as it is now We know not. About the cold black clod that some day will fill our grave We know not. Though half of our life in dreams we live, true throbbing life We know not. What we were before we came, it matters not that We know not. Then why worry what we'll be, when no longer we shall be? We know not.

Contentment breathes from your bosom, Peace from your shaded eyes, Hold me closer to you That I may know where my happiness lies.

Just gaze at me, gaze longer, Prolonged is the sorrow I’ve borne, But your smile now falls upon it Like a sunray at the break of morn.

My soul is light and gay now, So peaceful, warm, unstirred, The eyes with tears are moistened; How could this have occured?