Last night in my dreams, I was stationed forever
On a far little rock in the midst of the sea
My one chance at life was a ceaseless endeavor
To sweep off the waves that they swept over me
Oh, life is a toil and love is trouble
Beauty will fade and riches will flee
Pleasures they dwindle and prices they double
And nothing is as nothing should be
There's too much of warming that goes to the bonning
There's too much of ironing that goes to the shirt
There's nothing that pays for it
Oh, the time you waste on it
There's nothing that lasts but the trouble of dirt
Oh, life is a toil and love is trouble
Beauty will fade and riches will flee
Pleasures they dwindle and prices they double
And nothing is as nothing should be
There's too much of ironing that goes to the bonning
In March it's the mud, it's the slush in December
The midsummer breezes are loaded with dust
In fall the leaves litter, in March it's September
The wallpaper rots and the candlesticks rust
Oh, life is a toil and love is trouble
Beauty will fade and riches will flee
Pleasures they dwindle and prices they double
And nothing is as nothing should be
Oh, life is a toil and love is trouble
Beauty will fade and riches will flee
Pleasures they dwindle and prices they double
And nothing is as nothing should be
And nothing is as nothing should be
And nothing is as nothing should be
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