Bliss Gone:

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life

Laughter led you through its land,

Cast you on its vital sands:

Turned the leaves green from brown,

Made you wonder, left you sound!

Time just seeks a master plan,

By mind no minds can understand,

While fortune sails upon a boat -

Adrift; unmanned; but shall it float?

And death could find one on this sea;

Or jail us in a memory -

Decayin' midst the life we know,

As rain changes into snow. So

Love indeed should speak to all,

Regarding things eventual;

Return life's pleasures, once more home,

Afore the fields our ashes roam?