Technala . Elegy on My Time My precious time has all, all gone,I wonder where it can be; My days are short, my lessons are can my precious time be? Ive lost all time of my very own, Not any to think about has left me, yes, far, far behind. Oh, where can have gone my time? Im obliged to write, to scan The Skylark, To practice of Bach and Mozart,Ologies to learn of every kind— Oh me! Ive lost my time.

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