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Away from all society,
In a distant woods,
I could gladly be;
By a babbling brook.
Society lasts for but an hour;
Silence lasts for 'aye.
Sweet words soon turn sour;
Babbling brooks remain.
Why should I search the world around
To find my heart's dream,
When flowers abound,
Encircling my feet?
Why should I search both wide and far
For melancholy,
When a fading star
Dies above me now?
If all else fails me, when alone,
Loneliness will do;
A coldness of bone,
A light head, faint heart.
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