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THE THREE FRIENDS
I wandered far with Youth,
And Life, and Love,
Three merry friends in truth!—
Blue sky above,
Buds breaking at our feet
Pleasant to see;—
Life, Love, and Youth were sweet
Comrades to me.
Though peaceful were our days
By sun, by moon,
The parting of the ways
Came soon,—too soon!
“Farewell!” said Youth in glee
Turning aside,
“Love, wilt thou follow me,
Or Life, as guide?”
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