-My life is like
My life is like all that is, as it comes and goes
Perhaps the evening wind, eastward as it blows
Perhaps the summer sun, though shall I never know
Should it relate to all that hates, or shall it be misery
So long farewell, or shall it be the very gates of thee
Oh windward the universe as I sing a song,
A thunder bolt so carelessly it begins to clap along
So then thy thoughts so wandering a stray from here and there
My life I shall compare to perhaps the spring time evening air
Oh shall be thee the test of time and all that is true and fair
Let me live just one single day with out wondering about the rare
My life is like all that is, so soundly and unwise
My life is like all that is even as I die
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