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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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