Gone is the time of peace,
Of careless leisure
As we disappear into earth
Never remembered; fading away
Gone is the time when dead man rested
When those departed remained so
Naught and evil of scarce existence
Before the prevail of the wicked
Gone is the time when life was enjoyed
Lived fun and full
Gone is eating, sleeping, living…
For gone am I
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