The Cost of a Pleasure
Upon the valley's lap
The liberal morning throws
A thousand drops of dew
To wake a single rose.
Thus often, in the course
Of life's few fleeting years,
A single pleasure costs
The soul a thousand tears.
The liberal morning throws
A thousand drops of dew
To wake a single rose.
Thus often, in the course
Of life's few fleeting years,
A single pleasure costs
The soul a thousand tears.
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