| [ti:Gatekeepers] | |
| [ar:Saltillo] | |
| [al:Monocyte] | |
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| [00:29.38] | Why are you standing here all alone |
| [00:31.42] | In front of the gates |
| [00:33.09] | And moaning to yourself over your misfortune |
| [01:03.15] | Why are you standing here |
| [01:04.52] | Alone in front of the gates |
| [01:12.14] | |
| [02:06.74] | When the wars are done |
| [02:08.36] | The poet speaks of sweet persuasiveness |
| [02:11.25] | And the waste and misery that follow great conflicts |
| [02:14.17] | And pleads for tranquil times |
| [02:36.16] | Two loves I have of comfort and despair |
| [02:39.33] | Which like two spirits do suggest me still |
| [02:42.68] | The better angel is a man right fair |
| [02:45.63] | The worser spirit a woman coloured ill |
| [03:24.82] | How many make the hour full complete; |
| [03:27.60] | How many hours bring about the day; |
| [03:29.64] | How many days will finish up the year; |
| [03:31.88] | How many years a mortal man may live |
| [03:35.25] | When this is known then to divide the times: |
| [03:38.42] | So many hours must I contemplate; |
| [03:41.85] | So many hours must I sport myself; |
| [03:44.70] | So many days my eyes have been with young; |
| [03:48.14] | So many weeks there the poor fools will lean: |
| [03:51.71] | So many years there I shall shear the fleece: |
| [03:55.20] | So minutes hours days months and years |
| [03:58.67] | Passed over to the end they were created |
| [04:01.76] | Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave |
| [04:05.41] | Ah what a life were this |
| [04:08.32] | How sweet this |
| [04:10.65] | How lovely |