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This world is a sad, sad place I know; / And what soul living can doubt it. / But it will not lessen the want and woe, / To be always singing about it. / Then away with the songs that are full of tears, / Away with dirges that sadden. / Let us make the most of our fleeting years, / By singing the lays that gladden.
The world at its saddest is not all sad -- / There are days of sunny weather. / And the people within it are not all bad, / But saints and sinners together. / I think those wonderful hours in June, / Are better by far, to remember, / Than those when the world gets out of tune / In the cold, bleak winds of November. / Because we meet in the walks of life / Many a selfish creature, / It does not prove that this world of strife / Has no redeeming feature. / There is bloom, and beauty upon the earth, / There are buds and blossoming flowers, / There are souls of truth, and hearts of worth -- / There are glowing, golden hours.