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| 187. Sins Forgive my sins As I now die My years flying Quickly by A better man I could have been But my will Preferred to party A man of Christ I should have been A blanket For my raiment But I desired Silk and lace Preferring extravagance Got for payment So with my breath The last I take Listen to my counsel Remember life is short As are the days Enjoyed only By those still living |
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