Thursday, January 11, 2024

Vita nostra brevis est 
Brevi finietur. 
Venit mors velociter 
Rapit nos atrociter 
Nemini parcetur. 

Our life is brief Soon it will end. 
Death comes quickly 
Snatches us cruelly 
To nobody shall it be spared. 
—De Brevitate Vitae (Gaudeamus igitur)

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