'What can man do, amidst life's plodding pace?
Life's fleeting breath, a brief, shining space,
Too short to grasp, yet filled with dreams untold,
But what can man do, as youth grows old?
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Look how wasteful time is to man,
Like autumn leaves, our moments fall,
We toil for peace, rest, and comfort's plan,
But at life's twilight, sicknesses creep,
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