Ah, fill the Cup - what boots it to repeat How Time is slipping underneath our Feet Unborn To-morrow, and dead Yesterday, Why fret about them if To-day be sweet.
Ah, fill the Cup - what boots it to repeat How Time is slipping underneath our Feet Unborn To-morrow, and dead Yesterday, Why fret about them if To-day be sweet.
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