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"How was it once? How will it be? " / I prithee, darling, ask not me. / Our life's the Present -- hold it fast, / And let each hour in joy be passed.
Lift up thine eyes, so bright and clear; / To search my heart, thou need'st not fear. / Come, let us gather Flora's sweets, / Ere wintry storm around us beats.