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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508618" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Room 5: The Concert Singer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm one of these haphazard chaps<br>Who sit in cafes drinking;<br>A most improper taste, perhaps,<br>Yet pleasant, to my thinking.<br>For, oh, I hate discord and strife;<br>I'm sadly, weakly human;<br>And I do think the best of life<br>Is wine and song and woman.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, there's that youngster on my right<br>Who thinks himself a poet,<br>And so he toils from morn to night<br>And vainly hopes to show it;<br>And there's that dauber on my left,<br>Within his chamber shrinking --<br>He looks like one of hope bereft;<br>He lives on air, I'm thinking.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But me, I love the things that are,<br>My heart is always merry;<br>I laugh and tune my old guitar:<br>Sing ho! and hey-down-derry.<br>Oh, let them toil their lives away<br>To gild a tawdry era,<br>But I'll be gay while yet I may:<br>Sing tira-lira-lira.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm sure you know that picture well,<br>A monk, all else unheeding,<br>Within a bare and gloomy cell<br>A musty volume reading;<br>While through the window you can see<br>In sunny glade entrancing,<br>With cap and bells beneath a tree<br>A jester dancing, dancing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Which is the fool and which the sage?<br>I cannot quite discover;<br>But you may look in learning's page<br>And I'll be laughter's lover.<br>For this our life is none too long,<br>And hearts were made for gladness;<br>Let virtue lie in joy and song,<br>The only sin be sadness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> So let me troll a jolly air,<br> Come what come will to-morrow;<br> I'll be no cabotin of care,<br> No souteneur of sorrow.<br> Let those who will indulge in strife,<br> To my most merry thinking,<br> The true philosophy of life<br> Is laughing, loving, drinking.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there's that weird and ghastly hag<br>Who walks head bent, with lips a-mutter;<br>With twitching hands and feet that drag,<br>And tattered skirts that sweep the gutter.<br>An outworn harlot, lost to hope,<br>With staring eyes and hair that's hoary<br>I hear her gibber, dazed with dope:<br>I often wonder what's her story.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q>
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Who sit in cafes drinking;
A most improper taste, perhaps,
Yet pleasant, to my thinking.
For, oh, I hate discord and strife;
I'm sadly, weakly human;
And I do think the best of life
Is wine and song and woman.

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