Each day I do,
A golden deed.
By helping those,
Who are in need.
My life on earth,
Is but a span.
And so I'll do,
The best I can.
Life's evening sun,
Is sinking low.
A few more days,
and I must go.
To meet the deeds,
That I have done.
Where there will be,
No setting sun.
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