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May. 3rd, 2008 | 10:24 pm

Even such is time, which takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, and all we have,
And pays us but with age and dust;
Who, in the dark and silent grave,
When we have wandered all our ways,
Shuts up the story of our days:
And from which earth and grave and dust,
The Lord shall raise me up, I trust.

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