The days
of our age
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1. The days of our age are threescore years and ten,
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and
though men be so strong that they come.
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To fourscore years, yet is
their strength then,
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but
labour and sorrow, so soon passeth it away,
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and
we are gone.
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2. And as for me, my feet are almost gone,
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my treadings are well nigh slipped,
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But let not the water flood
drown me, neither let
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the
deep swallow me up (swallow me u..........p).
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3. So going through the Vale of Misery,
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I shall use it for a well, till
the pools are filled with water.
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For Thou hast made the North
and the South,
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Tabor and Hermon
shall rejoice in thy name.
(Chris de Burgh)