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Weary, oh, so weary / With it all! / Sunny days or dreary -- / How they pall! / Why should we be heroes, / Launa Dee, / Striving to no winning? / Let the world be Zero's! / As in the beginning / Let it be!
What good comes of toiling, / When all's done? / Frail green sprays for spoiling / Of the sun; / Laurel leaf or myrtle, / Love or fame -- / Ah, what odds what spray, sweet? / Time, that makes life fertile, / Makes its blooms decay, sweet, / As they came.