What better thing could life bring
Than the carefree days of youth,
No-one, not even a King
Could have more power than our truth;
What could future days contain
What adult knowledge or know-how
What could ever be as good again
As what we have right now;
What grown-up pleasure could comfort
As much as this childish cloth we weave,
What far-off promise would not distort
Nor lasting joy achieve;
Leave us alone in our unclouded sky
Let our bonds be strong and not sever,
Don't ask us to stop or wonder why
Let this happiness last forever.
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