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See him quake and see him tremble, / See him gasp for breath. / Nay, dear, he does not dissemble, / This is really Death. / He is weak, and worn, and wasted, / Bear him to his bier. / All there is of life he's tasted -- / He has lived a year.
He has passed his day of glory, / All his blood is cold, / He is wrinkled, thin, and hoary, / He is very old. / Just a leaf's life in the wild wood, / Is a love's life, dear. / He has reached his second childhood / When he's lived a year.