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Since this day comes but once a year,
Let ev'ry joy with it appear.
Come then, and let us laugh and sport,
And merry be it, tho' 'tis short.

Nor will I, Stella , now advise;
A word's sufficient to the wise.
Yet Beauty's reign, the learned say,
Is shorter than the shortest day.
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