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Real are our visions while they last,
Unreal as they seem when past:
With every pleasant hour that's spent
We cheat the fates malevolent,
Who may indeed with martyrdom
Afflict us in the time to come,
But cannot those blest hours recall,
When pleasure did our souls enthral.
Unreal as they seem when past:
With every pleasant hour that's spent
We cheat the fates malevolent,
Who may indeed with martyrdom
Afflict us in the time to come,
But cannot those blest hours recall,
When pleasure did our souls enthral.
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