The living know that they must die
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The living know that they must die,But all the dead unconscious lie;Their powers of thought and sense are gone,Alike unknowing and unknown.
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Their hatred and their love are lost,Their envy buried in the dust;They have no share in all that's doneBeneath the circuit of the sun.
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Then what my thoughts design to do,My hands must hasten to pursue;Since no device, nor work is found,Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground.