Love Has Gone And Left Me And The Days Are All Alike; Eat I Must, And Sleep I Will,--And Would That Night Were Here! But Ah!--To Lie Awake And Hear The Slow Hours Strike! Would That It Were Day Again!--With Twilight Near! Love Has Gone And Left Me And I Don't Know What To Do; This Or That Or What You Will Is All The Same To Me; But All The Things That I Begin I Leave Before I'm Through,-- There'S Little Use In Anything As Far As I Can See. Love Has Gone And Left Me,--And The Neighbors Knock And Borrow, And Life Goes On Forever Like The Gnawing Of A Mouse,-- And To-Morrow And To-Morrow And To-Morrow And To-Morrow There'S This Little Street And This Little House.