1 Like shadows that fly,
Like clouds in the sky,
Or vapors that vanish away;
Our lives disappear,
We cease to be here,
Death comes and his call we obey.
2 How swiftly we flee,
Like ships on the sea,
Or eagles that haste to the prey;
As stars shoot at night,
Our years take their flight,
We fall as the leaves that decay.
3 As grass of the field,
Our bodies we yield
To death who cuts down young and old;
A moment is all
Our life we can call,
'Tis spent as a tale that is told.
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