It is not how long you live, my child,
But how well.
It's easier to attain great power
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Who is on the Lord's side
It's often hard to tell
For few are they that serve Him
And fewer serve Him well
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Now all our yesterdays are gone
(The bane of many sorrows)
Those passions we could not restrain
As moths before a naked flame
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My son if thou wilt
Receive of my words
And hide my commandments within thee
That thou seekest wisdom
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i awake with
Conscious fear
Where's that ring
I placed it here
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Saints and sinners, now all late
Sleep silently beyond the gate
Where epitaphs abound
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Then came a day (like never was)
When members of the flesh, with cause
Assembled to debate the laws
Concerning their dominion
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They labour to discover how
This marvel of a man
Was cunningly conceived of old
Without a master plan
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One day is as a thousand years
A thousand years one day
No sooner time drops fill the hour
They quickly drain away
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