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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!
But ah! -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 neighbours knock and borrow, / And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse,-
And tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow / There's this little street and this little house.