YOUTH gave me singing dreams,
The wealth of sun and day,
But Life came like a robber
And stole my dreams away.
Age gave me quiet dreams,
The wealth of twilight skies,
But Life has come like a beggar
With piteous, pleading eyes.
Oh, I could close my heart
Though my dreams were stolen by day,
But how can I console myself
For dreams I gave away?--
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