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[ti:Gatekeepers] |
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[ar:Saltillo] |
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[al:Monocyte] |
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Why are you standing here all alone |
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In front of the gates |
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And moaning to yourself over your misfortune |
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Why are you standing here |
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Alone in front of the gates |
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When the wars are done |
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The poet speaks of sweet persuasiveness |
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And the waste and misery that follow great conflicts |
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And pleads for tranquil times |
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Two loves I have of comfort and despair |
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Which like two spirits do suggest me still |
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The better angel is a man right fair |
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The worser spirit a woman coloured ill |
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How many make the hour full complete; |
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How many hours bring about the day; |
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How many days will finish up the year; |
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How many years a mortal man may live |
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When this is known then to divide the times: |
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So many hours must I contemplate; |
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So many hours must I sport myself; |
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So many days my eyes have been with young; |
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So many weeks there the poor fools will lean: |
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So many years there I shall shear the fleece: |
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So minutes hours days months and years |
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Passed over to the end they were created |
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Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave |
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Ah what a life were this |
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How sweet this |
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How lovely |