The most beautiful day of the year,
Old age and childhood cheers,
Kindly with nothing to fear.
The most beautiful day of the year,
A heightened atmosphere,
Oh how I wish you were here.
They say that you are
An infinite lover,
But there’s no sensual energy in the air,
No immortality hidden there;
Pessimism is everywhere,
Optimism please take a chair
Before you collapse
Of old age.
The most beautiful day of the year,
And I am sitting here
Waiting for night to appear.
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