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Rh II. DAL. 87.

Ez' órának lejárttával.

another century blended

With past centuries rolls away;

When another century's ended,

All that lives will be but clay.

Thou and I—a pair so joyous,

Spite of dance and song must die;

Time, rude tempest, will destroy us,

On his death-piles shall we lie.

Dost thou mourn? O mourn no longer!

Death is strong, but love is stronger;

And where'er we go, shall go,

Sheltering us from lonely woe.