Death finds us soiled, though we were pure at birth,
Death finds us soiled, though we were pure at birth,
With grief we go, although we came with mirth;
Watered with tears, and burned with fires of woe,
And, casting life to winds, we rest in earth!
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Omar Khayyam
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