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 We are struck from the dark

And again we expire.

Each is a spark

Of an infinite fire

[She falls dead.

Chorus. And to flash from the forge for a moment, and perish, is all our desire.

Tramp. Why ’s she dead? She didn’t want to die.

Second Moth. (Separating, &c.) Ah ! (Stands still)

We are drops on the crest

Of a fountain that leaps—

[She falls dead.

Third Moth. (Separating)

We dance without rest

And return to the deeps,—

Chorus. For life is eternal, and rises from death where you think that it sleeps.

Third Moth. Life is eternal. It cannot fail.

[Falls dead.

Moths.

Tramp. Life and death—seems they’re both good if we know how to treat ’em. I’m a battered old moth, I am, but I’ll dance with yer! All hail to life!

Moths. All hail, all hail!

[ after falls dead.

Tramp. Butterflies, beetles, moths, and men—why can’t we all live ’appy together? The world’s big enough, and life could be ’appy for everythink—if we ’ad a bit o’ sense.