At Sunset.
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What if this life is fleeting?
What if its joys are dross?
Shall we grow rich by slowly
Counting its gain and loss?
What if its joys are dross?
Shall we grow rich by slowly
Counting its gain and loss?
Surely we'll find repayment
In joys that can cost us nought,
Not a king nor a sage can rob us
Of the sunset gold we have caught.
In joys that can cost us nought,
Not a king nor a sage can rob us
Of the sunset gold we have caught.
Take what the gods have sent us,
Skies like a fairy dream,
Heed not old words of wisdom,
Things shall be what they seem.
Skies like a fairy dream,
Heed not old words of wisdom,
Things shall be what they seem.
Friends shall be true and trusty,
Love shall be without end,
And we shall find in each other
Happiness still, my friend.
Love shall be without end,
And we shall find in each other
Happiness still, my friend.
You know of old, dead stories,
You know of dreams long past;
Love may be false and fleeting,
But yours and mine shall last.
You know of dreams long past;
Love may be false and fleeting,
But yours and mine shall last.
