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SIT down, sad soul, and count The moments flying:
Come,—tell the sweet amount That ’s lost by sighing!
How many smiles?—a score?
Then laugh, and count no more; For day is dying.

Lie down, sad soul, and sleep, And no more measure The flight of Time, nor weep The loss of leisure; But here, by this lone stream,
Lie down with us, and dream
Of starry treasure.

We dream: do thou the same: We love—for ever; We laugh; yet few we shame, The gentle, never.
Stay, then, till Sorrow dies;
Then—hope and happy skies Are thine for ever!

If you could only imagine all the things that are going through my head.....If I only had the wisdom to make the perfect decision without any later regrets.

What Would I Do..??