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(A)A thousand years to you are like one day;
    they are like yesterday, already gone,
    like a short hour in the night.
You carry us away like a flood;
    we last no longer than a dream.
We are like weeds that sprout in the morning,
    that grow and burst into bloom,
    then dry up and die in the evening.

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