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O friend, for the morrow let us not worry
This moment we have now, let us not hurry
When our time comes, we shall not tarry
With seven thousand-year-olds, our burden carry.
If my coming were up to me, Id never be born
And if my going were on my accord, Id go with scorn
Isnt it better that in this world, so old and worn
Never to be born, neither stay, nor be away torn?