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There's no use in weeping,
Though we are condemned to part:
There's such a thing as keeping
A remembrance in one's heart:
When we've left each friend and brother,
When we're parted wide and far,
We will think of one another,
As even better than we are.
So there's no use in weeping,
Bear a cheerful spirit still;
Never doubt that Fate is keeping
Future good for present ill