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We don't know how good we have it till its lost.
To the homeless its a house,
to a mouse its his cheese;
To a cripple is his legs.
To the living it is death,
to the dead it is life;
To me it is silence.
Life is nothing but trouble,
so I reside myself to silence,
I reside myself to darkness,
I hand myself over to folly.
I give myself to peace,
Death, so embracing.
Life so hasty.
Life be still.