Surely 't is better, when summer is over To die when all fair things are fading away. I 'd be a Butterfly.

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• Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.
• Gayly the troubadour Touched his guitar.
• Gayly the troubadour Touched his guitar. Welcome me Home.
• Oh pilot, ‘t is a fearful night! There’s danger on the deep.
• Oh pilot, 't is a fearful night! There's danger on the deep. The Pilot.
• She wore a wreath of roses The first night that we met.