A little time for laughter, A little time to sing, A little time to kiss and cling, And no more kissing after....
We'll not weep for summer over,-- No, not we: Strew above his head the clover,-- Let him be!...
My friend has left me, he has gone away; Before his time—so long before—he went. Bright was the dawn of his unended day;...
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