  All, to our lives is pure sweet love All, in a day it can grow, All, in a moment it can leave us, All, of us don’t think so. All, of our thoughts of happiness, All, of our smiles in between, All, could be dead by tomorrow, All, could be love’s saddest scene. Our lives are passing ne’er to repass, Quoting these words to memory Could save your soul. |
|
