Like the light of a waning Moon
And the luck of a silver spoon
Like the heat of a summer noon
Or even the flowering blooms
Like emotions of joy and gloom
Or sorrow of a dead man's tomb
That's never seen a woman's broom
The peace and silence of a room
Like love is gone far to soon.
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