Death so called is a thing which makes men weep And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep. — Lord Byron
Death so called is a thing which makes men weep And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep. — Lord Byron
Death so called is a thing which makes men weep And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep. — Lord Byron
Death so called is a thing which makes men weep And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep. — Lord Byron
Death so called is a thing which makes men weep And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep. — Lord Byron
Death so called is a thing which makes men weep And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep. — Lord Byron
Death so called is a thing which makes men weep And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep. — Lord Byron
Death so called is a thing which makes men weep And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep. — Lord Byron
Death so called is a thing which makes men weep And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep. — Lord Byron
Death so called is a thing which makes men weep And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep. — Lord Byron
Death so called is a thing which makes men weep And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep. — Lord Byron
Death so called is a thing which makes men weep And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep. — Lord Byron
Death so called is a thing which makes men weep And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep. — Lord Byron
Death so called is a thing which makes men weep And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep. — Lord Byron
Death so called is a thing which makes men weep And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep. — Lord Byron
Death so called is a thing which makes men weep And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep. — Lord Byron
Death so called is a thing which makes men weep And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep. — Lord Byron
Death so called is a thing which makes men weep And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep. — Lord Byron
Death so called is a thing which makes men weep And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep. — Lord Byron
Death so called is a thing which makes men weep And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep. — Lord Byron
Death so called is a thing which makes men weep And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep. — Lord Byron
Death so called is a thing which makes men weep And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep. — Lord Byron
Death so called is a thing which makes men weep And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep. — Lord Byron
Death so called is a thing which makes men weep And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep. — Lord Byron
Death so called is a thing which makes men weep And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep. — Lord Byron
Death so called is a thing which makes men weep And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep. — Lord Byron
Death so called is a thing which makes men weep And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep. — Lord Byron
Death so called is a thing which makes men weep And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep. — Lord Byron
Death so called is a thing which makes men weep And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep. — Lord Byron
Death so called is a thing which makes men weep And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep. — Lord Byron
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Death so called is a thing which makes men weep And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep.

— Lord Byron
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