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I mourn the changing with each passing day.

Naught stays the same; our paths divergent lie;

the hours we passed together fade away.



My comprehension dwindles on the way;

these conversations twist me as I pry.

I mourn the changing with each passing day.



To Difference I do and do not pray

as circumstances fall beneath my eye;

the hours we passed together fade away.



Pour out your silly fancies - cut their sway,

boil out fell passions, let such feelings die;

I mourn the changing with each passing day.



Don't let these blacks and whites merge into gray,

have mercy on your passions - at least try;

the hours we passed together fade away.



With dwindlings larger tasks begin to say

'step off this deep'ning sorrow, hold your sighs.'

I mourn the changing with each passing day;

the hours we passed together fade away.