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RONDEAU
To-day it is my natal day,
And threescore years have pass'd away,
While Time has turn'd to silver grey
My hairs.
And threescore years have pass'd away,
While Time has turn'd to silver grey
My hairs.
Pursuing pleasure, love, and fun,
A longish course I've had to run,
And, thanks to Fortune, I have won
My hares.
A longish course I've had to run,
And, thanks to Fortune, I have won
My hares.
But now, exhausted in the race,
No longer I can go the pace,
And others must take up the chase—
My heirs!
No longer I can go the pace,
And others must take up the chase—
My heirs!
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