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When life is young, without a care, / Alone we walk, and free: / The world, a splendid merry round / Of rhythmic melody.
Before the end, grim sorrow calls / Into each mortal ear, / When friendship fades to memories, / And love lies in its bier.
Then, then it is that sympathy / Is holden close and dear; / Ah, then life's consolation comes / Commingled with a tear.