Remember that years do swiftly run,
And soon will come your life's turn
To vamoose with haste from your mortal self;
A time when your agile breath shall still;
It shall cloth your lifeless body a blanket of cold,
When the soul shall that unknown distant world
with motley spirit of countless men shall dwell.
Beware of this deceptive earthly bliss
And all its tasks and strife;
That all rush and haste shall die,
When it wears the curtain between death and life.
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