What is this time, if fool of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the bought
And stare as long as sheep and cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see in broad daylight
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance
And watch her feet, how
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