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[What shall I do to live aright?]
What shall I do to live aright?
My life is wrong, I feel it so;
I bear about a muffled woe,
I perish with a nameless blight.
My life is wrong, I feel it so;
I bear about a muffled woe,
I perish with a nameless blight.
When I was young I suffered more,
But I was happier, wiser then;
I lived my life like other men,
I bore the burdens that they bore.
But I was happier, wiser then;
I lived my life like other men,
I bore the burdens that they bore.
There was a sweetness then in tears,
There was a bitterness in pain;
Nor sweet nor bitter now remain,
They perished with my early years.
There was a bitterness in pain;
Nor sweet nor bitter now remain,
They perished with my early years.
I lived, I knew not how; but now
I know too well the way I live;
But what does all my knowledge give?
A hollow heart, an aching brow.
I know too well the way I live;
But what does all my knowledge give?
A hollow heart, an aching brow.
This is my sorrow day and night,
The secret of my troubled song,
“My life is wrong! My life is wrong;
What shall I do to make it right?”
The secret of my troubled song,
“My life is wrong! My life is wrong;
What shall I do to make it right?”
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