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in the day when those watching the house tremble,
    and the strong men are bent over;
when the grinders cease because they are few,
    and those looking through the windows have dimmed eyes;
and the doors on the street are shut,
    and the sound of grinding is low;
and one rises up at the sound of a bird,
    and all the daughters of song are brought low;
when they are afraid of heights,
    even the terrors along the road;
the almond tree blossoms,
    the grasshopper drags itself along
    and desire fails,
because man goes to his eternal home,
    and the mourners go about the streets.

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