Our lives are rivers, gliding free - ode to the death of his father

Our lives are rivers, gliding free
To that unfathomed, boundless sea,
The silent grave!
Thither all earthly pomp and boast
Roll, to be swallowed up and lost
In one dark wave

Jorge Manrique

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