Was
The wave hath burst white upon the beach
Speak no more of it
The leaf hath rotted No more can it teach
But a moral for joy unfit
The day hath ended Who speaks of its morn
But must think of its night?
The old corpse is rotting That it was once born
Seems a lie to the sight
The heart hath broken; no more can it throb
With deep love or care
Its voice hath vanished; no more can it sob
In its deep despair
Thus all things do crumble and all doth pass
But not always forgot:
For we feel it deep and in the heart <<was>>
Meaneth but <<is nob>>
The wave hath burst white upon the beach
Speak no more of it
The leaf hath rotted No more can it teach
But a moral for joy unfit
The day hath ended Who speaks of its morn
But must think of its night?
The old corpse is rotting That it was once born
Seems a lie to the sight
Thus all things do crumble and all doth pass
But not always forgot:
For we feel it deep and in the heart <<was>>
Meaneth but <<is nob>>
Meaneth but <<is nob>>
Meaneth but <<is nob>>
Meaneth but <<is nob>>
Was
Meaneth but <<is nob>>
Was
Meaneth but <<is nob>>
Was
Meaneth but <<is nob>>
Was
Meaneth but <<is nob>>
Thus all things do crumble and all doth pass
But not always forgot:
For we feel it deep and in the heart <<was>>
Meaneth but <<is nob>>
Meaneth but <<is nob>>
Thus all things do crumble and all doth pass
But not always forgot:
For we feel it deep and in the heart <<was>>
Meaneth but <<is nob>>
Meaneth but <<is nob>>
Meaneth but <<is nob>>
Meaneth but <<is nob>>
Meaneth but <<is nob>>
Meaneth but <<is nob>>
Meaneth but <<is nob>>
Meaneth but <<is nob>>
Meaneth but <<is nob>>
Meaneth but <<is nob>>
Was
Meaneth but <<is nob>>