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![]() And often wished it high. So that I might with rapture write An epic of the sky. . . . |
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![]() Forgets that his prime is past, Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead, In the glare of the truth at last. |
![]() In saving and in spending; An equable and easy gait Will win an easy ending. . . . |
![]() As I salute the sun, To bear myself that every day May be a Golden One. |
![]() To take the luck the way it's coming; A wake, a worry or a wife -- Just carry on and keep a-humming. . . . |
![]() Was never dull: Of woman, wine and song Bill had his full. |
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![]() Came out with a fortune last fall, -- Yet somehow life's not what I thought it, And somehow the gold isn't all. |
![]() I scrabbled and mucked like a slave, Was it famine or scurvy -- I fought it; I hurled my youth into a grave. |
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