De Vita Et Mors
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David Wood
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Our days pass away like wisps of smoke
Or as the wind passing over the grass
Or as the fading evening shadow
Like flowers we burst forth from the ground
We flourish and our beauty shines
In our day we arm ourselves with knowledge
Then that knowledge is made obsolete
Our days become as faded flowers their beauty gone
When the wind blows they disappear
And their place knows it no more
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