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; But all the things that I begin I leave before I`m through, — There`s little use in anything as far as I can see. Love has gone and left me, — and the neighbors knock and borrow, And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse, — And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow There`s this little street and this little house.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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