Death

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death-painting

Morn after morn dispels the dark,
Bearing our lives away;
Absorbed in cares we fail
to mark How
swift our years decay;
Some maddening drought hath drugged our souls,
In love with vital breath,
Which still the same sad chart unrolls,
Birth, eld, disease, and death.
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