Youth's the season made for joys,
Love is then our duty:
She alone who that employs
Well deserves her beauty.
Let's be gay
While we may:
Beautiy's a flower despised in decay.
Let us drink and sport today,
Ours is not tomorrow.
Love with youth flies swift away:
Age is nought but sorrow.
Dance and sing
Time's on the wing:
Life never knows the return of Spring.
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