One of these lives is a fancy, But the other one is true.
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Anand Thakur
One of these lives is a fancy, But the other one is true.
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Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife
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No star is lost once we have seen
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One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going
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See how time makes all grief decay.
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But still our place is kept, and it will wait, Ready for us to fill it, soon or late.
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One by one bright gifts from heaven Joys are sent thee here below
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True or false, that never dies
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Do not strive to grasp them all.
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Words are mighty, words are living:Serpents with their venomous stings,Or bright angels, crowding round us
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On her charm’d way But hasten to her task of beauty Scarcely yet begun.
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The men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be
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I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.
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Do no cheat thy Heart and tell her, ‘Grief will pass away.’
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Half my life is full of sorrow, Half of joy, still fresh and new
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I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys.
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