Tell me not in mournful numbers
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul in dead that slumbers,
And the thing are not what they seem.
You see the little smiles
That leap your deep hearts
And cheerful laughter
That make wonderful your day
But then you realize
They are nothing
But people’s act to complete life’s play.
My hopes seem to come undone
For a promise always turn out lie
No reason to be the truthful one
For you will be the least appreciated by.
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