And the first, mais comme c’est vieux.
Perhaps there is still some keepsake—or
One has possibly sold it for a song:
On ne peut pas toujours pleurer les morts,
And this One—He has been dead so long!”
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Love, Love to-day, my dear,
Love is not always here;
Wise maids know how soon grows sere
The greenest leaf of Spring;