The Portrait of a Lady
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Man that is born of woman
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has but a short time to live
and is full of misery.

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He cometh up and is cut down
like a flower.

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He fleeth as it were a shadow
and never continueth upon this day.

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In the midst of life
we are in death.

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Of whom may we seek for succour
but of thee, o Lord,

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who for our sins
art justly mispleased?

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I adore him.
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I adore him.
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I adore him.
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Oh.

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