We walked over lawns green and blue,
And sat on benches with things to rue.
We had not everything.
Yet everything we abhorred.
We had not nothing.
Yet nothing we adored.
We sat with no thought to talk to-
No feeling, no incident to relate to.
Life passed by, said hello, and began to slow down.
We saw her, said nothing, and so she left town.
We then got up to walk about.
But the road moved aside.
We moved to the side,
But the side sank into a river wide.
What is to be done?
I don't know.
What can be done?
I don't want to know.
Soul has gone; and Will has, too.
And tear they did Tear in two.
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