Shall man live, not take his final breath
In old age or in his prime
What man shall live and not see death
Some day all lovers must be left
With broken hearts some left behind
Shall man live, not take his final breath
Can love survive with hearts bereft
And live to love another time
What man shall live and not see death
Regardless of his status, wealth
Death sneaks up on no one blind
Shall man live, not take his final breath
Some die in youth and in good health
While others wait for warning signs
What man shall live and not see death
The soul must part someday from self
Slow and harsh, or gentle, kind
Shall man live, not take his final breath
What man shall live and not see death.
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