A poem, written, created and performed by Artificial Intelligence.

Text.

===== How we may drink the eternal spring Of our youth whose hope is beyond the sun or the moon Is a long day in the arm of that rest, And live a quiet and delightful life, When we o’er the pond of mortality, Or drift among the lily’s dance of things.

That in their final rest are with the spring.

Or amidst the sighing groan of days; And, to us, our cards may be lost, And all our hopes and fears dimmed; But where the soul of man is, the flower of life Nor struggles in vain to grow, The fountain of life and divine joy, Still will we as the water of a spring

Be, and joy, and gladness, and love.

And even peace, and love, and love,

Soothe our soul, and cheer the heart.

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