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Think of your Creator,

In the days of your youth;

Your officiator,

And holder of the truth.

 

While the evil days,

Come not nor do the years;

Causing someone that strays,

Without having the fears.

 

But I have no delight,

Without pleasure in them;

Being done out of spite,

Not feeling to condemn.

 

While the sun or moon,

Not darkened as the clouds;

Knowing the rain comes soon,

While drenching the crowds.

 

On the day the keepers,

Of the house shall shiver;

They will be the weepers,

As God will deliver.

 

The mighty men will bow,

The women who grind cease;

For God will not allow,

The light till there is peace.

 

The doors at the street close,

As sound from the mill fades;

Just the sound of the crows,

No song comes from the maids.

 

They are afraid of heights,

And dangers on the street;

Dark without any lights,

The evil you could meet.

 

The almond tree will bloom,

Grasshoppers lose their spring;

For God still has not doom,

From the chaos they bring.

 

The dust returns to earth,

As at one time had been;

Allows to bring new birth,

Revitalizing again.

 

As the spirit returns,

For it is all fruitless;

Vanity that one learns,

A style as useless.


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