ASHES OF LIFE
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;
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