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There's such a lot of work to do, for such a troubled head! / I'm scribbling this against a book, with foolscap round, in bed. / It strikes me that I'll scribble much in this way by and by, / And write my last lines so perchance the day before I die.
There's lots of things to come and go, and I, in careless rhyme, / And drink and love (it wastes the most) have wasted lots of time. / There's so much good work to be done it makes me sure that I / Will be the sorriest for my death, the day before I die.
But, lift me dear, for I am tired, and let me taste the wine -- / And lay your cheek a little while on this lined cheek of mine. / I want to say I love you so -- your patient love is why / I'll have such little time, you know, the day before I die.