When I was young, I once knew why,

Why the sun and why the sky;

Why some are low, and others high,

Why some live, and others die.

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But as I grew, I soon forgot,

Why life I loved, and death knew not,

For I was taught of “me” and “my,”

To do as told, and not ask why.

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That I alone was all I had,

To seek my good, and fear of bad;

To live my life in thoughts of past,

In a world of things that cannot last.

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To live for tomorrow, and never today,

To sell my present for future’s way;

To look behind, and look ahead,

But never here, where all is said.