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[How swift the days do pass!]
How swift the days do pass!And bring no gift, alas!
That is the bitter thing.
Joys take they, sorrows bring.
—Hush, know you not these joys
In sooth were only toys?
Griefs, too, like shadows fly.
And all of us can die.
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