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LIFE.
“O sweet, sweet, sweet
Is life,” a bird sang loud;
And underneath a crowd
Listened with weary wayworn feet.
“How sweet,
O sweet, sweet, sweet!”
Is life,” a bird sang loud;
And underneath a crowd
Listened with weary wayworn feet.
“How sweet,
O sweet, sweet, sweet!”
“O sad, sad, sad
Is life,” a bird thrilled loud;
And underneath, a crowd
Moaned also, with torn bleeding feet,
“How sad,
O sad, sad, sad!”
Is life,” a bird thrilled loud;
And underneath, a crowd
Moaned also, with torn bleeding feet,
“How sad,
O sad, sad, sad!”
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