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My life is passing very fast.
    Each day passes too quickly to see it!
The days of my life will finish,
    and I cannot hope for anything to get better.
Remember, God, that my life is as short as a breath.
    I know that I will never be happy again.
People who can see me now will not see me any more.
    You will look for me, but I will not be there.

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