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Rh Sorrow and sighing, sorrow and sighing, All to be done, and our tears gone dry ; Never a thought o'er the boundary flying, Never a grasp as the clouds swing by. Sorrow and sighing, sorrow and sighing, All faded out, nothing left to restrain. Sorrow and sighing, sorrow and sighing, What would our days be cut off from these ? If, at the fairy mart, we were life buying, Should we not choose them, past things that please ? Sorrow and sighing, sorrow and sighing, — Take what you will, only leave us our pain.