  Here’s the rose, that bloomed in the spring, There’s its petals flying. Here’s my heart, that wants your love, There like that flower, it is dying. Here’s to a day, and its sunshine, There to east is a cloud, There in a moment, it could hide the sun, Here all nature’s heads, will be bowed. Here’s my thoughts of yesterday, There’s my thoughts of tomorrow, Here the ladder shows a brightness, There goes sorrow. Look on both The bright and dark side of life And there your faults may be found. |
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