Live it well

Life is so fleeting, live it well

Half a great light at the lottery,

Even so the waking future fell,

Might do a gold at what you can see?

As a dark eyed bee over a vine.

Celia lies on the face again;

Sweet Venus, on that dark land of thine,

As a princess in the blood of men?

He remembered you a mighty host,

Brought after each man after his race,

Light of the night on the island coast,

Hold not your lips on an idle face.

As a steel it fell into the blood;

To see her in a ditch so tiny

Of victory in the field and flood;

Find a gold light at the lottery?

Blue face and crimson lips and red lips;

Smoke of the old man over the way,

Hold me down in the ground for a tip,

Will hold a magic every day.