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Those halcyon days too soon are past,
The lovely visions will not last;
The golden dream of frolic joy,
Alas! ere long will truth destroy.
The glowing scene by fancy spread,
Gay hope by youthful ardour led,
The flattering dream of frolic joy,
Ah! soon, too soon will truth destroy.
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Why should we with fancied cares,
Shade the sun-shine hope bestows;
When, alas! our being bears
But too many real woes?
Time is cheating, life is fleeting,
Why then half its bliss destroy!
Friendship blessing, hope caressing,
Let us quaff the cup of joy.
