Fading away like the stars of the morning
Losing their light in the glorious sun—
Thus would we pass from the earth and its toiling
Only remembered by what we have done.
Only remembered
only remembered
Only remembered by what we have done;
Shall we be missed though by others succeeded
Reaping the fields we in springtime have sown?
No
for the sowers may pass from their labors
Only remembered by what they have done.
Only the truth that in life we have spoken
Only the seed that on earth we have sown;
These shall pass onward when we are forgotten
Fruits of the harvest and what we have done.
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