More or fewer years make little difference.
Oceans are no more or less than streams.
Tears or laughter, donnybrooks or dreams,
Here there is no small inheritance.
Even in the direst circumstance,
Regardless of the measures and the means,
'Ere the ends of days of kings and queens,
So were we loved beyond all will or sense.
Do, then, pay due respect to innocence,
As dear and pure and simple as it seems,
Yearning for no yield or recompense.
'Mother Mother Mother!
I bought a gift for you
It is very expensive!
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