Earth and dust fall on their grave
To Death they must their souls enslave
And though they sleep and quietly lie
We cannot weep, nor spare a sigh
For we are young and carry on
We have our fun, in turn bear young
But who will cry when comes our turn
To age and die, will no-one yearn
For times gone past, for friends so true
Life goes so fast as we pass through
And though we grieve when death comes nigh
We still believe we’ll never die
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