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And am I born to die?And lay this body down?And as my trembling spirits flyInto a world unknownA land of deeper shadeUnpierced by human thoughtThe dreary region of the deadWhere all things are forgotSoon as from earth I goWhat will become of me?Eternal happiness or woeMust then my fortune beWaked by the trumpet's soundI from my grave shall riseAnd see the Judge with glory crownedAnd see the flaming skies From Letras Mania