Alexander Search (Pessoa's Heteronym)
Song
Sun to-day and storm to-morrow.
Never can we know
When is joy or when is sorrow,
Happiness or woe...
The clock strikes. To-day is gone.
Man, proud man, oh think thereon!

From delight we pass to sadness
From a smile to tears;
And the boldness of our gladness
Dies within our fears.
The clock strikes. An hour is past.
Think, oh think, how all doth waste!
("Death of God")
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