And am I born to die?
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To lay this body down?
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And must my trembling spirit fly
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Into a world unknown -
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A land of deepest shade,
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Unpierced by human thought,
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The dreary regions of the dead,
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Where all things are forgot?
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Soon as from earth I go,
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What will become of me?
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Eternal happiness or woe
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Must then my portion be;
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Waked by the trumpet's sound,
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I from my grave shall rise,
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And see the Judge with glory crowned,
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And see the flaming skies.
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Idumea
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| Patrick Wolf |
