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Loveliest of lovely things are they On earth that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyond the sculptured flower.
My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah my foes and oh my friends it gives a lovely light.
Art is long and time is fleeting And our hearts though stout and brave Still like muffled drums are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
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Loveliest of lovely things are they On earth that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyond the sculptured flower.
My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah my foes and oh my friends it gives a lovely light.
Art is long and time is fleeting And our hearts though stout and brave Still like muffled drums are beating Funeral marches to the grave.