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Mie love ys dedde,
Gon to hys death-bedde,
Comme un fou se croit Dieu, nous nous croyons mortels. (As a madman believes himself to be God, we believe ourselves to be mortal. ...
And now the end is near
And so I face the final curtain,
All true language
is incomprehensible,
Like the chatter
of a beggar's teeth.
Never tire yourself more than necessary, even if you have to found a culture on the fatigue of your bones.
And year by year our memory fades
From all the circle of the hills.
gird the windy grove,
And flood the haunts of hern and crake;
And year by year the landscape grow
Familiar to the stranger's child;
Unloved, that beech will gather brown,
This maple burn itself away;
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