Ah! wealth takes wings, and leaves our hands all bare,
Ah! wealth takes wings, and leaves our hands all bare,
And death's rough hands delight our hearts to tear;
And from the nether world none e'er escapes,
To bring us news of the poor pilgrims there.
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Omar Khayyam
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