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Our little eyes do glitter like the sun
But the leaves do wither
And the branches decay
And all are born of
Will soon fall away
He gave me honey
All mixed with gold
He gave me words
Envowed with awe
He gave me a delicate gown to wear
All sticked with sorrow
Stained with fear and twisted steel
And broken wheels
A million years ten million tears
I curse all gold and silver
This life of man is but a sad
We all come down in fields of rape
As thou knowest not what is the way of the spirit
Nor how the bones do grow
In the womb of hers that is with child
Even so thou knowest not the words of god
Who maketh all
In the morning sow thy seed
And in the evening withhold
And apprehend
For thou knowest not wether shall prosper
This or that
Or wether they should both be?
A million years ten million tears
I curse all gold and silver
Remember now thy creator in the days of life
How evil days once (?)
Then thou shalt see
I had no pleasure
How the sun or the light
The moon the stars be all darkened
How the clouds return after the rain
In the days that the kings of the house
Shall tremble
And the strong men shall bow themselves
And quiet decease for there are few
And those who are gone to the windows
Be darkened
And the (?)
When the sound of the quiet days
And (?) the voice of the birds
And all the daughters of music
Shall be brought low
And men sshall be afraid of that
Which is high
Fear shall be in the way
And the almond tree shall flourish
And the grashopper shall be a burden
And desire shall fail
Because man goeth to his long home
And the mourners go about the streets
Or ever the silver come (?) be loose
Or the gold and (?) broken
Or the pigeon (?) broken at the fountain
Or the wheel broken in the system
Then shall the dust return to the earth
As it was
And the spirit shall return into god
Who gave it
Vanity vanity's sake (?)
All is vanity
All is vanity
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