Something Is Missing
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I see all the young lovers
As they go about their day;
Forgetting all their troubles
Absorbed in their joyous ways.
How I wish I were like them.
Alas it seems I'm condemned
To play the part of Hamlet;
As life piles up deep regrets.
Spring's flowers have now withered.
I have no faith to face dread.
I've no love or light to lean upon:
O it seems time waits for no one!
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