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    t,

    As one alone, once not alone,

    And yet my days go on, go on.

    Blasp h despair,

    however darkly days go on.

    For us, —wevers undergone,

    take from my h brown!

    And life t  end in this!

    t rolls forhe sun

    thee

    ernally go on!

    Of bees is sest, and more deep

    t,  w is done,

    Grief may be joy misunderstood;

    I s t none

    Smoot stone,

    evers lost, it first was won;

    tongue wream, could run

    Perhe cup was broken here,

    t  show more clear.

    I praise thee while my days go on.

    I praise thee while my days go on;

    I love thee while my days go on:

    Down some deep well, and  fall

    itied arms and treasure lost,

    I thee while my days go on.

    And tried

    And hrown

    Being and suffering (which are one),

    Is t, —none?

    Smiling—so I. thY DAYS GO ON.