  Don't you dare to tell me Love is old and gray! He's as young and rosy As the blooms of May! Don't you dare to tell me Love is wed with wrong! All his deeds are holy With the smiles of song! Don't you dare to tell me Love is only strife! Hands of his shall lead us To the perfect life! Love and hope with happy Feet shall scale the sky, Through the dismal shadows To the bye and bye! |
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