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 "SWEET EVENINGS COME AND GO, LOVE."

WEET evenings come and go, love,

They came and went of yore:

This evening of our life, love,

Shall go and come no more.

When we have passed away, love,

All things will keep their name;

But yet no life on earth, love,

With ours will be same.

The daisies will be there, love,

The stars in heaven will shine:

I shall not feel thy wish, love,

Nor thou my hand in thine.

A better time will come, love.

And better souls be born:

I would not be the best, love,

To leave thee now forlorn.