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Ashes Of Life

Ashes Of Life

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Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike;

Eat I must, and sleep I will,—and would that night were

here!


To lie awake and hear the slow hours strike!

Would that it were day again!—with twilight near!

Love has gone and left me and I don't know what to do;

This or that or what you will is all the same to me;


But all the things that I begin I leave before I'm through,—

There's little use in anything as far as I can see.

Love has gone and left me,—and the neighbors knock and

borrow,


And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse,—

And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow

There are this little street and this little house.


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