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Life and I are lovers, straying / Arm in arm along: / Often like two children Maying, / Full of mirth and song,
Life plucks all the blooming hours / Growing by the way; / Binds them on my brow like flowers, / Calls me Queen of May.
Then again, in rainy weather, / We sit vis-à-vis, / Planning work we'll do together / In the years to be.
Sometimes Life denies me blisses, / And I frown or pout; / But we make it up with kisses / Ere the day is out.
Woman-like, I sometimes grieve him, / Try his trust and faith, / Saying I shall one day leave him / For his rival, Death.
Then he always grows more zealous, / Tender, and more true; / Loves the more for being jealous, / As all lovers do.
Though I swear by stars above him, / And by worlds beyond, / That I love him-love him-love him; / Though my heart is fond;
Though he gives me, doth my lover, / Kisses with each breath- / I shall one day throw him over, / And plight troth with Death.