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 neighbors knock and borrow, And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse,- And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow There's this little street and this little house.
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