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The Days Of Our Age - Chris De Burgh
The days of our age
Are threescore years and ten
And though men be
So strong that they come
To fourscore years
Yet is their strength then
But labour and sorrow
So soon passeth it away
And we are gone;
And as for me
My feet are almost gone
My treadings are well nigh slipped
But let not the waterflood drown me
Neither let the deep swallow me up;
So going through the Vale of Misery
I shall use it for a well
Till the pools are filled with water;
For thou hast made
The North and the South
Tabor and Hermon
Shall rejoice in thy name