The Sage Considers a Thought of Death

it is addressed thusly:
A song.
it reads:
Sang the man, "Tis my thought of death
This a strange, unworldly breath
Though time come and make me old
Though old Winter chill me cold
Time and times may come again
The world a never ending end;
Death is dead! I'll have not lied
For when like old death I have died
I shall make something of this life
And scoff the old man for his strife
And though I be, what I have been
I shall never be again.

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