In times uncertain did I entreat
How much time do I have left?
How well does my life compare to those who have slept?
Those who in time past crept and leapt
To save themselves from the hand they were dealt
Their fingers copper and lead often felt
To make from them a substance they could smelt
All their lives they did toil and sweat
Till at last they embraced that fearful rest
Oh that they could tell of that which they met
Maybe they couldn't for they found nought
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