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TIME'S FLIGHT.
Time moves on leaden wings,
When we would have it swift,
To reach our heart's desires,
And music dolorously sings,
While still our hopes aspire.
When we would have it swift,
To reach our heart's desires,
And music dolorously sings,
While still our hopes aspire.
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Time walks with tardy feet,
When all our yearnings crave,
Once more a sight of faces sweet,
Within the silent grave.
When all our yearnings crave,
Once more a sight of faces sweet,
Within the silent grave.
Time drags its length along,
Each slowly passing day,
When hushed and still the song,
Which once made glad our way.
Each slowly passing day,
When hushed and still the song,
Which once made glad our way.
Time never seemed to fly,
Until on painful couch,
Our loved ones prostrate lie,
Unconscious of our touch.
Until on painful couch,
Our loved ones prostrate lie,
Unconscious of our touch.
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