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  When I consider why that I 

Was made to live 

And made to die 

And know no more 

Than what I am told in what the book says 

Centuries old 

My mind goes flying far away 

To those six great 

Creation days 

When light first shone 

And trees first grew 

When waters run and eagles flew 

Then he saw fit 

To make me last 

To give a life and then it’s past 

There must have been a reason !  

( I am not in all shared communication in ways of mine 

And I don’t at all rule any time 

What even I swallow others make hollow 

Then I pretend to think after the god the good the fit 

I am free a bit )