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Like flowers sequestered from the sun / And wind of summer, day by day / I dwindled paler, whilst my hair / Showed the first tinge of grey.
"Oh, what is life, that we should live? / Or what is death, that we must die? / A bursting bubble is our life: / I also, what am I?"