I live and die like you
and I am always going through,
though times are changing
and occasions arranging.
For life is a none stop
into every its direction,
it goes down it goes up
in every its selection.
Days are coming anew
with much about to do,
and everything's flowing
in circles and then going.
For what goes again around
in ways, we thought about
again might anew be found
that once was in its doubt.
So much about its nothing
life, it's worth and bluffing,
we have those hundred years
of life smiles and tears.
And then it is all gone
our hope and wonderfull days,
we thought they would go on
but now with oblivion, it all stays.
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