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THE TURNING OF THE WHEEL
When the rose has lost her sweetness,
And the dancing hours their fleetness,
What shall pay,
Day by day,
For waste and woe and well-a-way?
And the dancing hours their fleetness,
What shall pay,
Day by day,
For waste and woe and well-a-way?
Hope is bankrupt and has nothing;
Love is flown for evermore;
Life must beg her food and clothing
Of the friends she scorned before
Love is flown for evermore;
Life must beg her food and clothing
Of the friends she scorned before
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