Ages distant ages past,
Who’s to know we’re not to last?
Times anew and time to keep,
The Lord will know our time to sleep.
If all is lost then we will find,
Freedom from a tortured mind.
Now time is past when we will wake,
Some path will come a way to make.
Now die amongst the shimmering pool,
This life is gone - was I really no-one's fool?
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