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The Song Book
LXI
YOUTH'S THE SEASON MADE FOR JOYS |
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Love with youth flies swift away,
Age is nought but sorrow; Let us drink and sport to-day, Our's is not to-morrow. Dance and sing, Time's on the wing, Life never knows the return of Spring. Let us drink and sport to-day Our's is not to-morrow.
From The Beggars' Opera. G2 |
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