You're going to die, you know
Not now, perhaps, but soon
Not here, perhaps, but somewhere surely
You will lie entombed

There's no reason to worry
No, there's no need to fret
For we all live on borrowed time
And all repay their debts

Many, too, will join you
You will not go alone
All will gather in the shade
To pay back their loans

I often thing of dying
I often think of death
I often think of stopping hearts
And of the loss of breath

So do all that you can, my friend
And do all that you must
For, you know, there comes a time
When all men become dust.


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