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O mortal folk, you may behold and see
How I lie here, sometime a mighty knight;
The end of joy and all prosperitee
   Is death at last, thorough his course and might:
   After the day there cometh the dark night,
   For though the daye be never so long,
   At last the bells ringeth to evensong.

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